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A Torch Against the Night (An Ember in the Ashes #2) by Sabaa Tahir [BOOK REVIEW]

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★★★★★

A Torch Against the Night is the second book of An Ember in the Ashes series.

Even though I didn’t have the opportunity to read the first book, this one was definitely breathtaking.

There are, of course, parts that are connected to the first book. After the first 30 pages though, you get the hang of it, and the story just follows itself, and you can’t even feel that you haven’t read the first one.

This is a Young Adult book, a story where one girl has powers that she doesn’t know she has. A boy tries to save this girl’s brother and tries hard not to show emotions and feelings (he fails miserably, of course). It is also a story where another girl is forced to find and kill the boy that was her best friend and the love of her life, just to save her family.

A book full of adventure, different background stories, unexpected moments and actions that will make your jaw fall on the ground time after time.

All of the characters are unique, special, and I fell in love with all their personalities. Especially Helene, with her strong character and strength. I also fell in love with Elias and his caring about others, even though he would never admit.

I would definitely recommend A Torch Against the Night for all out there that love adventure and glorious moments!

What is your favourite Young Adult book? What would you recommend for us to read?

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Friendship And Weirdness – Postcard from India

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I have never been to India, but India reminds me of the old values of life. It reminds me of my childhood and then I get nostalgic about home, about Macedonia.

Athira says my name reminds her of her childhood. There was one Ivana in her first grade and was her only friend back then. It makes her nostalgic.

I remember my first grade. It was a little bit boring, because I already knew how to read. After a while, I just got used to the fact that I have to repeat all the letters with the children in my class. I had many friends. And time after time I started to lose them one by one. It was no one’s fault. It just had to be that way.

Or maybe it was my fault. Because I was different. I still am.

I never wore the clothes they did. I never put make-up in the ways they did. I always wore bracelets with dream catchers and evil eyes and handmade jewellery, and they thought I was weird. But I didn’t care. I still don’t.

I was weird, but I was me. And I love the ME I was and the ME I am.

And yes, that left me with just a few friends, those true ones, that accept my weirdness and we are together cool. I found a man that is weird with me, and it feels amazing.

And what more can you expect in life? I have everything I need.

And I’m happy.

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Welcome To The Joy-Based Living Tribe

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“My True Tribe is made up of individuals who stand for my well-being. And they are the most important and valuable story-tellers in my life, next to me.”

~ Debbie Happy Cohen

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Thanks to Debbie, I got this card. I am so glad to be a part of the Joy-Based Living Tribe! 

 

 

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I am half agony, half hope.

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Yes. It is true. It’s all true.

I am half agony, half hope.

I am one of those complicated people. The ones that are so twisted, that make you wonder why you still talk to them. I am one of the girls that make you regret meeting me at the first place, and then again, feeling like you’re the luckiest person on Earth because of having me in your life.

I lied, you know.I lied a lot. I lied about small stuff. And I lied about big ones. I lied, not because I didn’t care, but because I’m like that, complicated, broken, can’t be fixed. I lied to you about things you’d never even care about, but not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t help it. I didn’t just lied to you. I lied to all the people that surrounded me. I wanted to be accepted, and I had to fit, you know. And different people demand different lies. I wasn’t sure if they’d accept me for me. For who I was. Half agony…

For who I am…

I am also half hope.

After I met you, that is.

When I realized what you mean to me. I don’t lie now. Not you.Never. I couldn’t do that again. Can’t bear with your eyes full of tears and disappointment. Can’t bear with you telling me how I don’t deserve to have a child. Can’t see how sad I make you, when I know you love me for who I am. And for who I was.

I don’t even care for the others now, baby. Because you knew me. When I was half agony, and when I was half hope. And you loved me, every step of my way. Of our way. I don’t want to lie anymore. You know I don’t want that. And you know there’s hope.

There is hope for me. For you. For both of us.

Always.

(Thank you /u/ljsweenes, for the lovely card with the Jane Austin’s quote: “I am half agony, half hope.” that inspired me to write this short story.)

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Thank you /u/ljsweenes
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Have You Been To North Dakota?

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Today, I received a card, and I spent some time looking at this house. It is just perfect. I wish I could visit it, and I regret not travelling to North Dakota. When I have the chance, I’ll definitely go, and I’ll try to find this house!

I am sad though, because I don’t know who sent me this card. It is from Reddit, but it just haunts me.

Well, whoever you are out there, I hope you’ll see this post and read how thankful I am for receiving this card. It made me wonder who lived in this house, and if there are any people inside, living, even though to me it looks deserted and abandoned.

I just hope you’ll see how much I appreciate your card.

THANK YOU

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