Thank you to the author for sending me this book for an honest review through Netgalley.
I started read this book with no knowledge about the background of comics, especially for Canada. I have always loved comics, but never really read anything that speaks behind the scenes of how it started, what is the philosophy behind it.
I expected this book to teach me a lot of new things, and help me see the world in a different point of view, and I wasn’t disappointing at all. This is not a book that will deprive you from your sleep at night – in fact, it is one of those books where you read to learn, and it might seem boring at times, but that is only because it is full with information at all times. Wonderful read.
A huge thank you for sending me over this amazing book!
Even though I didn’t have the opportunity to read the first book, I had the chance to read this one, and it was definitely breathtaking.
There are, of course, parts that are connected to the first part, but after the first 30ish pages, 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.
This book is 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 this book 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?
When the love for receiving postcard will combine with the love of art, this is what happens.
It makes my day!
For those that are not aware, Carl Larsson was a Swedish painter, mostly painting using oils, watercolors, and frescoes. He considered his finest work to be Midvinterblot (Midwinter Sacrifice), a large painting now displayed inside the Swedish National Museum of Fine Arts.
The postcard that I have received is called Brita in the Drawing Room.
I really love it and this that it is ahead of its time.
Thank you Joe Canzano for sending me this beautiful book!
The name of the book is: ”Suzy Spitfire Kills Everybody” – Joe Canzano and you can find it on this link.
First of all – this book is AWESOME. The character of Suzy is described so perfectly well, and it fits her role and it reminds me of myself so much, that I was laughing at scenes in the book where I probably shouldn’t.
The scenes are amazing. This book takes you to an incredible adventure in time and space, introducing a new world, different than the one you are used to, and it takes you all the way in – leaving you breathless until the last page.
It is a story where Suzy kills her uncle and she’s not wanted on Earth. But soon she finds out that her father has been killed, and he has created something that endangers the whole universe. With a great motive behind her, she is determined to find that little something and save the world? Or is she?
With the great help of many others that she is not sure whether they’re trustworthy until the very end, she goes into this adventure, ready to lose it all, just for a very strong motive of unconditional love – even if it means her death.
Definitely a must read for every single person that loves fantasy, mystery, adventure, romance, thriller. It is all well put into this incredible book.
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.
But to me, it’s a card, and a letter inside. It has so many words, and I posted the picture of the text, just so you can see. It’s something in between, but I don’t get many letters, so why not? It’s a letter to me! 😀
MissSweetLady answered my question about her childhood. I asked her to tell me a little bit more about her childhood memories, and there she is, writing a lot about it!
I loved her story about her grandmother, even though it is a little bit sad, but those moments are the ones that change us as a person and make us grow and realize things.
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.
(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.)