25.2.13

An Anonymous (Almost) Apology From A (Minor) Canadian Celebrity


A couple of years ago, I wrote a post about my experience with Shawn Desman. (Click here if you'd like to read the whole thing. I also sum it up below, though, so no pressure.)


The Recap: I "met" him in 2002-ish when I was a member of my university's Student Union and he came to my school for a concert (a volunteer position that nobody wanted and I got stuck with). I thought that all I had to do was greet him and show him around but instead, I was given an insane list of demands that I had less than 24-hours to put together. I spent time that I should have been working on my papers to run around town and purchase his many ridiculous and expensive items. After I got everything that he wanted AND set up his dressing room, he arrived. Late. With a serious entourage. He refused to look at or speak with me, charged a seriously expensive dinner to our school after deciding that his plethora of items weren't satisfactory, and then sang exactly TWO songs before leaving and taking the entire contents of the dressing room with him.

In short, he was King of the Asshats. 




Now, I'll admit that my post about the experience was somewhat scathing (although entirely accurate) but it's bizarre how someone who makes their living off of other people's money (ie. fans buy his music/go to his concerts) believes that they can be rude to those around them. I mean, if nothing else, I'm a potential source of income. In comparison, Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga buy pizza for their fans who wait in line to buy concert tickets! And although he didn't sell many tickets to our show, there were two a handful people there and performing two songs before abruptly leaving was a really shitty thing to do.


Anyway, I kind of forgot about the post until I recently went through my SPAM comments, found one on his post and, after reading it, came to the conclusion Shawn Desman may have tried to apologize to me, albeit anonymously.


Let's take a look, shall we?




For organizational purposes, I'll examine each sentence, one by one.


1. He's nothing like that now, he used to be a little snotty but now he's really nice to his fans and people in general. 

By starting with nothing like that now, Shawn is admitting that he was, in fact, an asshat. I appreciate the acknowledgement that he was snotty-mc-snotterson, but the use of a little minimizes his degree of rudeness. And because I haven't had any interaction with him since the time he ruined my life came to my school, I can't know for sure if he's changed but since he (a) took the time to comment on my blog (albeit anonymously) and (b) shaved that ridiculous side faux-hawk, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

The more interesting section of this statement, though, is the way he separated fans from people in general because it implies that people in general are not his fans. This is really turning into a PR nightmare, isn't it? First he publicly admits his wrongdoing and then declares that people in general aren't his fans? Just another reason why he kept it anonymous, I suppose. 



2. I would know this because I now him and I spent most of this past summer hanging out with him along with some other people. 

It was at this part of the anonymous apology where I became 50% sure that Shawn was the one who commented because surely, someone who nows him well enough to spend their summer with him would be far more excited about it, right? If they were a fan then wouldn't they be like: I know this because I spent most of this past summer hanging out with him and it was the BEST TIME OF MY LIFE....or something to that effect, anyway.

But no, this is just super vague and leads me to the far-fetched natural conclusion that only Shawn could have written it, trying to be slick about keeping his identity a secret by not including any real details that could be traced back only to himself. Nicely done, Shawn, but I'm onto you.

Side note: Do you think the other people he's referring to are part of the fan group, or people in general? (ps. That joke's not going to get old for a while. You've been warned.)



3. You're all judging him on what you just read, you have to meet him for yourself before you judge him cause he's honestly amazing. 

Hmmm....well, I did meet him myself and the post was about my experience with him so I'm gonna stand by my judgements. In regards to the other comments, how else were they supposed to react? The post outlines some pretty horrendous behaviour by someone who should know better. 



So there you have it: my dissection of an anonymous (almost) apology from a (minor) Canadian celebrity. Sure, there's a chance that Shawn Desman didn't write this comment but maybe, just maybe, he did. Are you telling me that you've never gotten a little tipsy and trolled Facebook, making a few comments or friend requests you regretted in the morning? One could argue that Google is a celebrity's Facebook so maybe Shawn went on a bender on September 8th of last year, found my blog, and felt the need to make amends.


Well Shawn, as much as I appreciate your pseudo-apology, if you really want to say sorry for being such a rude dude when we met, please shoot me an email because even though I may like some of your new songs, there's no freaking way I'll spend one single penny to buy one as that would mean that I support your behaviour and I don't support asshats. However, I do believe in redemption so if you really do regret how you behaved, I'm more than prepared to forgive you.


*waits*



ps. Please remember that if you decide to comment on my blog anonymously, and I can find something funny about it, you'll probably be razzed. I mean, if you're going to hide behind a sheet of anonymity, you're pretty much asking for it. You've been warned. 



22.2.13

Book Club Friday: A Personal Essay About The Fault In Our Stars





Almost every Thursday, I sit down at my computer to write a book review for the Book Club Friday linkup but this week, I'd like to share something else. A few months ago, I was asked to write a personal essay about my response to John Green's The Fault In Our Stars and now, I feel that I'm ready to share it. There are tons of reviews about this book, so if you're looking for a blow-by-blow review, this isn't it but I hope that you'll keep reading and forward it to anyone you feel it would relate to it. You'll see why by the end (and don't worry, it's not that long). 


 Spoiler Alert: It mostly has to do with hope.  


I like to read. A lot. In fact, I’d even say that I love to read. Getting sucked into a new world when I should be making dinner or doing other wifer-ly things isn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence in our household, but it’s not often when I really connect with a book. Sure, there are many books that I love but really connecting with one is a rare occurrence. So when I saw John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars advertised, well, just about everywhere, I was expecting a good read but by the fifth page, I knew the book would be something extraordinary.




Hazel (Grace) is a sixteen-year-old girl with somewhat manageable cancer. Her face is puffy from taking steroids, she carts around an oxygen tank so she can breathe, and is forced to drop out of traditional school (not an awesome life) but then—in the most unlikely of places—Hazel meets a boy who changes her life, in more ways than one. In essence, Hazel is a teenaged version of me. Err…except that I don’t have cancer. Or walk around with an oxygen tank, although at times one would be useful.


I do, however, have a condition called Esiniophilial Asthma and like Hazel, it makes it hard to breathe. And by hard, I mean downright impossible (at times). Basically, I have a massive collection of hyper-reproducing Esiniophilial cells that clog up my lungs and without a serious combination of steroids, they’d continue to reproduce until they suffocated me. Sounds fun, right? Not really. One of the least fun parts is that it took years to get a proper diagnosis. 


Although I live in Canada, where socialist medicine means that everyone has access to healthcare, the downside is that it can take forever to see specialists. So, while my husband and I took countless midnight trips to the ER while waiting for the next specialist’s two-cents, we made the most of it. For instance, one of our favourite games was to see how many times could we switch the pulse clamp from my finger to his without making the machine freak out. And he’d always try to make me laugh, sometimes by any means necessary. But not really laugh, of course, as it would send me into a fit of coughing. It was a fine balance that he mastered (he’s the best).


Aside from the waiting lists, though, the biggest obstacle that stopped me from being diagnosed as a Mega Sicky Face is that I never really looked sick. Throughout The Fault In Our Stars, Hazel speaks about “cancer perks,” which are perks that people with cancer get because they are visibly sick, like cutting in a long line or being served alcohol while being clearly underage. Unfortunately, for me, I don’t get any MSF perks. Sure, my face is swollen to all hell and I have what I affectionately refer to as “second neck” (as it’s not so much a double chin as a literal doubling of my neck), and I also have a hump at the base of my head and grapple with a not-so-delightful round of second puberty, where hair has grown in places where it hasn’t grown before, but even with these things—things that make me feel like I’m looking at a stranger when I catch my reflection in a mirror—I look fairly normal. Combine that with a killer sense of humour (haha, do you see what I did there?) and a bordering on annoying positive outlook, it’s no surprise that doctors didn’t take my condition seriously. One ER doctor even said that he was surprised I was physically able to laugh, after seeing how low my oxygen levels were.


One of the reasons I latched onto Hazel’s story like a starving leech wasn’t just because we had similar experiences of having crappy lungs (or, in my case, crappy hyper-reproducing cells living in my lungs) but because of the humour in which she chose to live her life. Yes, chose, because it’s a choice. At times, an exhausting choice, but one that has made my life more like a comedy than the tragedy it most certainly is. After all, my condition robbed me of most of my twenties as well as my career but, against all odds, managed to strengthen my marriage (love you, babe). And thank God for The Remix because I truly have no idea how I’d be able to go through this alone. 


At times, the cracks that the cancer-ridden teens in The Fault In Our Stars made about each other lifted my spirits and I would pause to hug the book while wiping my tears with the sleeve of my shirt (true story, I really hugged the book). Sounds strange, eh? (Yeah, I really am Canadian). Cracking jokes about a blind person being blind? Yes it probably has something to do with the tone in which they were delivered, but that, ladies and gentlemen, was the best part of the book.


Please understand that for years—YEARS—people thought that I exaggerating my sickness because I never lost my sense of humour. News flash people: humour is a coping mechanism and just because there’s a smile on my face doesn’t mean I’m not in pain. And making me defend the validity of my situation because I choose to find the silver linings that make the best of my shitty situation is…well…shitty. That’s not to say that I don’t throw myself a pity party every once in a while but it’s for VIPs only and has a maximum time limit of One Good Cry. Then, it’s on with the business of the day.


Although The Fault In Our Stars is a work of fiction, it made me feel like I wasn't alone. I mean, I knew that there had to be other MSF's who use humour as a coping mechanism (I'm not that special) but I have yet to meet any. And that, ladies and gentlemen, not only made me feel less isolated, but it gave me hope. 


So I tip my fedora to John Green for his ability to capture my experience of living with a chronic condition, and why humour plays such an important role in my life. Although Hazel and I differed in our diagnoses, many of our thoughts were the same.


I would also like to thank Mr. Green for creating doctors who put their patients’ mental well-being on the same level as their physical well-being because, as hard as it is to believe, those kinds of doctors really do exist. I know because I have one (a couple, actually, and some seriously awesome nurses and RTs) so I hope that The Fault In Our Stars can inspire all of the Mega Sicky Faces out there to press on and find their own. I know that it's a long road but trust me, it's more than worth the effort. 


And now, you must excuse me as I need to buy one thousand copies of The Fault In Our Stars so I can throw them at everyone who walks by my house. Okay, I can’t really afford to buy one thousand copies …and I live in the country so nobody really walks by my house, but rest assured that I’ve been strongly encouraging the few people I meet to pick up a copy, as well as my friends and family. And by strongly encouraging, I mean forcing.



Thanks to Heather and Katie for hosting Book Club Friday, one of my favourite linkups, and giving me a platform to share my take on this wonderful book.


If you’d like to follow my journey through a drug study (which is going really well, yay), click on The Guinea Pig Diaries tab on the right hand side of my blog, or at the bottom of this post.



The Nail Files: Suds 'n Studs


The Nail Files Link Up


I love my dotter. Repeat: I LOVE MY DOTTER! So, when I feeling like switching up my nails, it's a go-to option. But sometimes, just having dots is boring.


Enter, the studs...




When I add studs and gems, I've always used tweezers to place them, which doesn't really work. When I saw a wand thing-y at Sally's, literally called a Picker Upper, not only did I giggle, I bought the sucker. I think it works with static electricity but really, it doesn't matter. What matters is that the little plastic end is able to pick up a gemstone or stud really easily so you can place it exactly where it needs to go. A very sound six dollar investment. If you work with gems, I totally recommend getting one.


And here's what I did with them:


Two coats of Renee and then two different sizes of dots with Viola (a dark red even though it looks black), which is reversed on my feature finger. When the dots were still wet, I used my Picker Upper and put three studs in a few of the bigger dots. I think they look a bit like soap bubbles, hence the title post (haha). 


To seal the studs, I did two thick coats of Julep's Polymer Top Coat. And let's talk about the Polymer Top Coat for a moment, shall we? It's AMAZEBALLS! Yes, there are still smudges, but I find that every top coat smudges a bit. The real difference is that my nails were dry in five minutes. And not just dry to the touch, I mean COMPLETELY dry! It's pricey but when it comes to doing nail art, where there are three or more layers of polish, it's going to be the bottle that I reach for. No more sitting on the couch doing nothing for hours! Oh the time I'll save, Nail Filers...THE TIME! Haha!!


Have a great weekend, everyone!


And thanks to Tara and Vicki for hosting!



21.2.13

I'm a VIB!




Wohoo!! I LOVE AWARDS!!


Especially when I win them for being a "hilarious writer with a fun blog that's like a breath of fresh air in my overly serious world."




Yeah, it pretty much made my day (a few weeks ago, although I'm still beaming), so thanks Meg! 


Here's the scoop with this one:


I have to display the award on my blog (I have it at the top here but still have no idea how to put it on my sidebar because I'm somewhat blog-illiterate).


Link back to the person who nominated me (done, just click on the link "Meg!" Or, err...here, just in case you don't want to scroll back up).


State seven things about myself (see below).


Nominate 15 bloggers (yikes, that's a lot. I don't have that many) and notify said bloggers (yuppers). 


My seven things:


1. When I come out of a store and don't see my car right away, my stomach drops as I'm *sure* that it's been stolen. For clarification purposes, my car has never actually been stolen so I'm not sure where this reaction comes from but it happens on an almost-daily basis. 


2. If I have to use math for addition, I still count on my fingers. I also occasionally pretend to write with my right hand when I can't remember which is my right hand and which is my left. Frankly, it's a wonder I've managed to survive this long. 


3. My most recent favorite snack is salt and vinegar chips with dill pickle dip. It was a combo that The Remix and I first got into when we started dating but then Lays stopped making the crinkled salt and vinegar chips so we launched an unsuccessful campaign to get them back moved on. No, those chips haven't come back but I've learned that by putting two regular chips together, they don't break in the dip and I'm happy to have the taste explosion back (even though my lips get all dehydrated and pucker-y). 


4. Hardly any of my clothes go in the dryer so when I do laundry, the two drying racks we have fill up fast. Then they sit in the corner of our living room for days (or weeks) because I'm too lazy to transfer them from the racks to hangers. The same goes for laundry baskets: I fold everything nicely, making neat stacks, but never put anything away. Unless company's coming over, that is. It's really the only time I put clothes away. You know, to avoid the judge-y stares. 


5. I don't care how "small" or "harmless" a spider is. If I see one, I will try to kill it. If it somehow escapes my attack, I will freak the eff out, whole-heartedly believing that it will inevitably end up on the ceiling above me and drop on my head to seek its revenge, which means that I will do nothing else until I find it. And kill it. And then flush it down the toilet just to be sure. Not that I'm obsessive, or anything (okay, maybe just a little). 


6. If the "My Style" board in my Pinterest account is any indication, I'd love to wear a wedding dress every day. Preferably from either the 20s or the 50s, which is interesting because shopping for my wedding dress was one of the worst experiences of my life. Legit. It.was.horrendous. However it ended well when I eventually found my dress at the most awesomely named wedding dress store store of all time: Jealous Bridesmaids. (It's in Toronto. Totally check it out if you're in the market for a wedding dress.)


7. In about a month, I'm going to the first concert I've been to in five years (due to my medical sitch) and I'm beyond excited. And speaking of five years, my fifth wedding anniversary is in three months and that is utterly mind blowing as I never thought I'd ever be married. Or be in a relationship for this long (coming on eight years). I owe it to The Remix, who I am beginning to suspect is some kind of alien creature because he has the patience of an ice fisherman, a sense of loyalty that would put a Red Sox fan to shame, and a set of forearms that still make me all gooey.


Now for my nominations (they're on the light side as a lot of the bloggers I love don't dig getting awards. Yeah, I don't get it either ;) ):


Bailey of Being Bailey J because she's upfront, honest, and loves the f-bomb. Also, she's a fellow East Coast Canadian. *high five*


Emma of BubblyMuppet because she really digs reading, has lots of updates about her fitness goals and is an all round...well...bubbly muppet. Haha!


Sarah at Fortune Favors The Brave because she has cute kids, tons of interesting pins (although lately they've been somewhat excessive with the desserts, which isn't helping my healthy eating plan *shakes fist*) and she's a fellow nail polish enthusiast.


Tri-Girl at Tri-ing To Be Athletic (she likes to keep in anon) because she's pretty much the most athletic blogger in existence (she does the plank for over 2 minutes every day!) and draws hilarious pictures of her adventures in training for, and completing triathlons.


Daniela at dk everyday because she loves burgers as much as I do, lives in my old hometown (Toronto), and just went to a Bon Jovi concert, which looked like the best time ever (and has left me more than a teensy bit jealous).


And thanks again, Meg!



15.2.13

Book Club Friday: The Pretty Little Liars Series





I've noticed that quite a few Book Club Friday linkups have included the Pretty Little Liars series but, truth be told, they never really appealed to me, but when I got my hands on a virtual copy of the first nine (yes, nine...there are actually 12) I figured that I'd give them a go (thanks, Kelly!).




Four days later, (yes, four) I read eight of them. Suffice it to say, I loved them. The fact that Sara Shepard was able to write a series with a t-w-e-l-v-e book plot arc is freaking unbelievable. I can barely think of a way to write a book with a sequel, let alone a series of 12. It's mind blowing. For reals.


And here's the craziest thing about the Pretty Little Liars series: I hate all of the main characters. Yes, you read that right. I hated Every.Single.Main.Character.


They are awful! AWFUL! Snide, snarky, mean girls but I can't get enough of them! Just what are they going to get up to next? With unlimited credit cards, the sky's the limit, people!


To give you a very brief overview, there are four main characters: 


Spencer - An A-type personality to the tee, from an insanely wealthy family with a bitchy older sister, who is involved in about one million after-school activities. 


Aria - The "arty" one of the group who dresses a bit like a Goth and lived in Iceland for a few years. She's wise beyond her years but that doesn't mean she makes the smartest decisions.


Emily - a competitive swimmer who is somewhat conservative. She struggles more than others with her identity but that just makes her the most endearing of the bunch (not that she's terribly endearing, though).


Hanna - The Queen Bee of the group. A formerly-overweight-child-turned-fashionista, she's incredibly preoccupied with staying popular and will pretty much step on anyone to keep her place in the "in" crowd. 


They all live in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, and attend a super-elite private school that doesn't resemble the one that I went to--at all. There's a uniform but it seems to only include a kilt because there are Manolos and Choos as far as the eye can see, plus some kind of coffee shop where they're perpetually filling up on caffeine. And gossip, obviously.


The series starts when the girls are in high school, but know each other from junior high. Although they're not friends anymore, they used to be. That is, until their BFF Alison mysteriously disappeared, which was the catalyst for the group dissolving. But, years later, Alison reappears. Or, they think that she's appeared because all four girls start getting emails and texts alluding to secrets that they're keeping, and they're all signed by "A."


And, man oh man, are there secrets. Every single one of these characters has legit skeletons in their closets. Multiple skeletons. Millions of skeletons. In fact, I'm surprised their closets have any room at all for the various designer duds they all sport. And this mysterious "A" isn't just sending the girls threatening texts, he/she's also TOTALLY screwing with their lives. In very creative and terribly creepy ways, I might add. 


The plot twists are bananas, ladies and gentlemen, and there are SO MANY! I've never been so invested in a series, and I repeat: I don't like a single character! But that's where the talent of Sara Shepard lies (haha) because even though I wanted to scream "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" to all of them, they were also all so vulnerable that I just HAD to know what happened. And Ms. Shepard manages to end each book at the exact moment that forced me to pick up the next one. It was like I was held hostage, in a very fancy thought-prison.


Nicely done, Ms Shepard. 


*claps*


I'll admit that after the ninth, I needed a break but I have full intentions of reading the remaining three. So if you're looking for a series that you can really sink your (capped) teeth into, this may be the series for you. The best way I can describe it would be a fusion between LOST and Gossip Girl (although I haven't actually watched Gossip Girl but have friends who have and it seems fitting). There are slight lulls at times but that's understandable because there are twelve books. The good news is that significant plot arcs work in four-book sections, so if you wanted to, you could read four at a time and then take a break. 


Or, you could be like me and read nine.  Whatever floats your very expensive boat! Haha!!


And...err...I posted a review last week and was "sure" that I linked up, but...well...I didn't (*headdesk*). So click here for my review of Cinder. 


Hope everyone has an awesome weekend!


Thanks to Heather and Katie for hosting!



The Nail Files: Loopy Lace (that almost killed me)


The Nail Files Link Up


Pinspiration:


Here's what I used: 




And the mani:




I'm going to come clean: this mani was a nightmare. But I think it was a bit self-inflicted because, if I'd really thought about it before starting, I would have gone about it in a different way.


If you're going to try a lace mani, I'd suggest filling in the entire section you want to lace with white before adding the black.


Repeat: Colour in the entire area you're going to use BEFORE adding the black.


(I didn't, obviously, and it took a LOT of coats of individual white lines and I STILL saw pink. Grr....)


I copied the idea of starting with a swirl, from the Pin, and then added swoops of black as I went. It's not perfect, the lines are uneven, but when you're not staring right at them (haha), it still looks pretty good, even though it freaking took forever (and required copious amounts of wine, haha!).


Happy Friday, everyone!


And thanks to Tara and Vicki for hosting!


14.2.13

When The Price Is Right, Buy A Lot Of Tweezers


Over the last weekend, China Glaze had an Instagram competition where you could win the entire Glitz line. That's six, highly-sparkly polishes, people. SIX! At at seven bucks a pop, I was all...I'm legit gonna win this. So, I put on my thinking fedora and got to work coming up with a creative and original way to display my CG collection. 


The idea hit me in the head like a giant inflatable hammer--a fashion show!


I used my spice rack, broke out my craft rhinestones and found my collection of disco balls to create this:




Needless to say, I thought I had it in the bag. I mean, I included their logo and slogan!


But...I didn't! Adding insult to injury, instead of choosing three entires, they chose eight and I STILL wasn't one of them!


Oh the horror...the HORROR!


With my devastated tail between my legs, I limped over to Sally's to get the two bottles of China Glaze Glitz that I'd had my eye on, only to find the most amazing thing!


First, they actually still had them (I live in a smaller town so there was a chance they'd be sold out).


But, more importantly, ORLY polish had decided to redo their bottles, which meant that there was an enormous cardboard box filled with their old bottles, right by the cash.


"What's the deal with this?" I asked, fanning my hands over the box o polish.


"We can't sell them invididicually because the bar codes won't scan anymore, so if you spend $3, you get a polish. And if you buy anything from our features, you also get a polish."


And, lo and behold, there were cute Valentine's Day tweezers that were on sale for $0.99!!


So, naturally, I bought four pairs, which meant that I got four bottles of perfectly awesome ORLY nail polish!! FIVE, in fact, as I got one with my CG purchase.



Total cost for seven bottles of polish and four tweezers? NINETEEN dollars!!


As disappointed as I was not to win the contest, I really only liked two of the Glitz colours and if I wasn't a big fat China Glaze Creative Contest Loser, I wouldn't have gone into Sally's to see this awesome deal! 


Talk about a colourful lining! 


Wohoo!!







11.2.13

It's Been Confirmed. I'm a Great Kisser!




Errr...I mean, I can write a great kissing scene. No wait, I'm a good kisser but I can ALSO write a great kissing scene. 


How do I know?


*looks at trail of broken hearts* 


Haha, I kid, I kid.


Well, I know that I can write a great kissing scene because I've advanced to the finals of Cupid's Kissing Scene Contest! Wohoo!! 


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So until Wednesday, you can head on over to Cupid's website to read my new and improved entry. Yeah, I know, it was steamy before (I actually also won the "Get a Room Award") but it's even steamier now! Totally safe for work, though (maybe). Haha!!


I'll find out on Thursday if I'm in the top three, which will get into the agent round of the Agent Blind Speed Dating Contest! So, keep your fingers crossed for me, kay?




8.2.13

Book Club Friday: Cinder





I love the re-telling of fairy tales. Okay, to be fair, I haven’t actually read any but I really loved Ever After, so there’s that. When my virtual book club picked Cinder as January’s book, I was all over it, and not just because I had to be.




Cinder is a re-telling of Cinderella where Cinderella is a cyborg who works as a mechanic, in futuristic China, where everyone lives in fear of a plague that can kill you in under a week.


I'll give you a moment to let that sink in...


*files nails*


All set? Great.


I readily admit that it seems like a stretch, and I’m not denying that there are times it strains to connect to the fairy tale storyline but that really doesn’t matter. Why? Because this book is freaking awesome. It’s the kind of book that makes me feel awe and admiration for the author because there’s no way, in one million, KATRILLION years, I’d be able to string it all together.


The first thirty-or-so pages were hard to get into because there was a lot of world-building going on but after that, I was hooked. There’s SO MUCH going on that at times I wanted to scream: WHAT THE FRICKITY-FRACK IS HAPPENING? but then I’d get a smidgen more information and be okay with not knowing everything. That’s a fine line to walk, my friends, and Ms. Meyer navigates it like a Navy pilot (wait, are there pilots in the Navy? Whatever, you know what I mean). Yes, there are some loose ends but since it’s part of a series, that’s okay. 


So if the strange interpretation of Cinderella isn't enough to make you want to read Cinder then here are a few more reasons:


1. Cinder is a kick-ass heroine.


2. It doesn’t stick to the entire Cinderella storyline, so there are lots of twists/turns/surprises.


3. There’s an adorable robot who is akin to Dobby from Harry Potter


4. The evil queen character is Eh-VEL. And sneaky. And somewhat insane.


5. There are people who live on the Moon!


I gave Cinder five stars on Goodreads and can’t WAIT to dive into Scarlet, which is the second book in the series. It came out earlier this week and there was a small glitch in me trying to borrow it from my library because it’s an audiobook and I can’t figure out how to play it. Of course, it could just be my computer that Future Shop broke instead of fixing, so I'm thisclose to just buying a copy because I seriously need to know what happens next!


Ps. Has anyone ever listened to an audiobook before? Does it have the same effect as reading a regular book? I’m torn because I don’t want to ruin it for myself.


Happy Friday, everyone!


Thanks to Heather and Katie for hosting!