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So many words, the river flowed and I could not catch them all. Each rushing past my fingertips, and headed for the falls. What started as a gentle stream, became a roaring wave. No longer could I try to trap, the lyrics to the page. So there will be no rambling post of where I’ve…
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Long ago, a bright eyed grad student thought she could juggle both assigned readings and books for fun. She was wrong. Over a year later, I checked out the book My Place at the Tablefrom the library and read it in one night. It was absolutely amazing. My Place at the Table recounts the tales of Alec…
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This ARC was provided to me by Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. Growing up with vampires and ghouls, I was excited to dive into a novel that puts a spin to the tale of the werewolf. Kane, a wolf transformed into a human, is on a desperate hunt for the man who turned…
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After completing grad school, I looked forward to diving into a book that was not listed on a syllabus. Lucky for me, I received a review copy of Dead of Winter to wash away the business jargon I have been reading for the last 18 months. In this thriller, Christa and her boyfriend are on a winter…
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When stumbling upon this book, I found the premise intriguing: a historical account of food and the impact on nations, people and ecology which connects the past to our present. Instead, a standard college student fare of the “history of the world” is given, sprinkled in with interesting bits of food. After presenting this history…
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“So after much practicing, we no longer think about the necessary movements.” The Archer One of many lines from Paulo Coelho’s book The Archer which any high school literature student would be able to point to as symbolism for life. The Archer starts off strong. A stranger visits a town in search of a master…
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Every time the wind blew, the tree branches would scratch against the window. Fear would pulse through me with each scratch. No trees have ever grown near my window. Phoebe Jane
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At midnight the dark gets a little darker. It scares me but it also fuels me. There are creatures hiding in those corners, waiting for the arms to hit 12. As the minutes tick ever closer, they grow, like the shadows, dancing on the walls. It’s quiet, too quiet. Yet, I stand ready. My weapon…
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We stared at the sky watching the Earth burn. Some cried out at the site. Others stood with silent tears drenching their faces. “It’s ok. You’ll learn to love this world just like your own.” Behind the crowd the delegate from the Kritilian people stood with arms outstretched. “Come. You must be tired from your…
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It had been an extremely busy day. Car crashes, death sentences, sick children, and freak accidents. Each of them were unique but similar in that he was there to usher them onto the next leg of their journey. His final appointment for the night (but he did not know that at the time) was with…
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