Saturday, 28 December 2019
Dead Year
Yes, I'm gonna do an actual wrap of goals, but now let's have a nonsense post of post chrismas thoughts.
Wednesday, 25 December 2019
Book Review: Let It Snow by Maureen Johnson, John Green, Lauren Myracle
This book was sponsored by Starbucks. Also Wafflehouse.
The worst blizzard for fifty years.
Three wintry love stories.
One magical night.
It's Christmas Eve and Gracetown has been buried by snow. But the weather is more than just an inconvenience. When one girl unexpectedly steps off a stranded train, she sets off a series of life-changing events.
Soon fourteen pumped-up cheerleaders will descend on the local Waffle House, the Duke's DVD night will be rudely interrupted for a Twister mission, and a lovesick barista will determine the fate of a single teacup pig …
As the three stories collide, strangers cross paths and romance blossoms with heart-warming consequences.
This is a series of interlocking story, taking from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day. This is in America, so there do not use the term Boxing Day. This book was written in a time before everyone has smartphones but they all had iPods. My iPod Touch still lives, in my car with the on/off buttons stuck down and he battery is non-existed. This book is dated in more significant ways.
The Jubilee Express by Maureen Johnson: 4/5 stars for Train Escapes. There's a bit of girl hate in this one, Jubilee hates on Cheerleaders for no reason. It's actually the motivating factor to do something two times in the story. The romance was decent, it was also dealt with being in a bad relationship. A big thing is made of the character's name, which is Jubilee. There are worst X-men to share a name with. I usually love Maureen Johnson's writing but this was a bit of disappointment.
A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle by John Green: The girl hate continues in Duke whose not like other girls, because she's one of the guys. This is so 00s that I can't be that mad at it. This story is dated in itself and less on technology. James Bonds films will probably always be a thing. Once, again the cheerleaders are motivation in here. In a bad nash race to get to the Waffle House, because they've called three groups and gonna lock the door in weather that is definitely bad enough for someone to freeze to death after the first one makes it. Risking their lives for girls not at all interested and asinine friend. I just read a whole John Green novel and his characters are very similar but worst in this. 2.5 stars for Carla's Death.
The Patron Saint of Pigs by Lauren Myracle: This involves a teacup pig. Funfact: Teacup pigs do not exist. They are a lie and grow to be big giant pigs that will eat you if you fall unconscious in their presence. The girl hate is less in this story, almost apologetic to the rest of it. You're only a ho if you cheat on your boyfriend in public Starbucks. There is meant to be some sort of lesson to be self-involved but comes out of nowhere. Sure, maybe she is (other reviewers pick this up), but it's more she needs to let go of the fantasy, and learn better communication skills. Also don't make out with creeps, cheating on your boyfriend, just because they are momentarily nice to you. 3/5 for a Normal-sized Pigs.
I listened to the audiobook that has individual voice actors for each other story. They were all good, the only thing is that I had to change the reading speed, which was odd in the middle of the book to do.
Overall, I gave this book 3/5 stars for Not Enough Snow. I kept waiting for the cheerleaders to connect up, for one of them to be POV character, but in the end, it was Starbucks girl whose best friend gets eaten by a pig. I think the girl-hate could have been forgiven if the Cheerleaders were actually humanised, instead of ways to move the plot on.
Three wintry love stories.
One magical night.
It's Christmas Eve and Gracetown has been buried by snow. But the weather is more than just an inconvenience. When one girl unexpectedly steps off a stranded train, she sets off a series of life-changing events.
Soon fourteen pumped-up cheerleaders will descend on the local Waffle House, the Duke's DVD night will be rudely interrupted for a Twister mission, and a lovesick barista will determine the fate of a single teacup pig …
As the three stories collide, strangers cross paths and romance blossoms with heart-warming consequences.
This is a series of interlocking story, taking from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day. This is in America, so there do not use the term Boxing Day. This book was written in a time before everyone has smartphones but they all had iPods. My iPod Touch still lives, in my car with the on/off buttons stuck down and he battery is non-existed. This book is dated in more significant ways.
The Jubilee Express by Maureen Johnson: 4/5 stars for Train Escapes. There's a bit of girl hate in this one, Jubilee hates on Cheerleaders for no reason. It's actually the motivating factor to do something two times in the story. The romance was decent, it was also dealt with being in a bad relationship. A big thing is made of the character's name, which is Jubilee. There are worst X-men to share a name with. I usually love Maureen Johnson's writing but this was a bit of disappointment.
A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle by John Green: The girl hate continues in Duke whose not like other girls, because she's one of the guys. This is so 00s that I can't be that mad at it. This story is dated in itself and less on technology. James Bonds films will probably always be a thing. Once, again the cheerleaders are motivation in here. In a bad nash race to get to the Waffle House, because they've called three groups and gonna lock the door in weather that is definitely bad enough for someone to freeze to death after the first one makes it. Risking their lives for girls not at all interested and asinine friend. I just read a whole John Green novel and his characters are very similar but worst in this. 2.5 stars for Carla's Death.
The Patron Saint of Pigs by Lauren Myracle: This involves a teacup pig. Funfact: Teacup pigs do not exist. They are a lie and grow to be big giant pigs that will eat you if you fall unconscious in their presence. The girl hate is less in this story, almost apologetic to the rest of it. You're only a ho if you cheat on your boyfriend in public Starbucks. There is meant to be some sort of lesson to be self-involved but comes out of nowhere. Sure, maybe she is (other reviewers pick this up), but it's more she needs to let go of the fantasy, and learn better communication skills. Also don't make out with creeps, cheating on your boyfriend, just because they are momentarily nice to you. 3/5 for a Normal-sized Pigs.
I listened to the audiobook that has individual voice actors for each other story. They were all good, the only thing is that I had to change the reading speed, which was odd in the middle of the book to do.
Overall, I gave this book 3/5 stars for Not Enough Snow. I kept waiting for the cheerleaders to connect up, for one of them to be POV character, but in the end, it was Starbucks girl whose best friend gets eaten by a pig. I think the girl-hate could have been forgiven if the Cheerleaders were actually humanised, instead of ways to move the plot on.
Saturday, 14 December 2019
In which Things get Worst
They didn't manage to ruin Halloween, but they did manage to ruin another goth holiday.
On the 12th I voted, then went to a concent by myself. My sibling was meant to come but had was ill. Thinks she had food poisoning, but maybe the drink was too much for her at the Baby's Brother Birthday, which was a thing on its own. Starters took an hour, they forgot my dinner, steaks came out cooked wrong, wrong drinks that took forever.
The concert was good, I saw Scouting for Girls, the support the Dunwells was good too. It was semi-ruined by my phone informing me at exactly 10pm what the exit polls were and of course, they were wrong, the results were worst. I tried to ignore it until I got home three hours later.
I brought too much Taco Bell to soothe my wounds, my sibling hassled me about whether I was coming home or not. Not because she missed me, but because I had her beer in my car. I had thought about staying at my sister's if the weather was really mad. Like Rain and strong winds, is the worst.
Also so are drunk people and people who get in line before they know what they want and the line wasn't long. Drunk people are worst though. Actually, I don't know since the others steal your time. But so do drunks.
Obvious, the tories and the people who vote for them are truly the worst of all. I just don't get how people can vote for proven liars over and over. Even if people are for Brexit, this a government who missed deadlines twice. These cabinet filled with people who have previously been fired by their own party.
A lot of it does feel like racism and ethnocentrism, or people not realising they are poor. Like a lot of people, this is a terrible outcome for me and my disabled family. But I am Scottish, meaning only some of my country fucked me over for their own self-interest.
I guess they would argue that I voted for my own self-interest. But I don't want to live in a country where people die because they can't afford health care. I don't want to live with starving children, especially when they have working parents. People should be able to survive by working a fulltime job. People should be able to survive on benefits.
I mean maybe we have another election next year, Tories are selfish, maybe even having the most power they've had since the 80s, they still fuck themselves over.
So many people are gonna suffer for this.
Anyway, I live in Scotland and the Scottish Government will take over PIP...still those that year meant be a long one. This is a bad timeline, and I want to stop relating so hard to distopias. We got bored of them and we're still living them.
On the 12th I voted, then went to a concent by myself. My sibling was meant to come but had was ill. Thinks she had food poisoning, but maybe the drink was too much for her at the Baby's Brother Birthday, which was a thing on its own. Starters took an hour, they forgot my dinner, steaks came out cooked wrong, wrong drinks that took forever.
The concert was good, I saw Scouting for Girls, the support the Dunwells was good too. It was semi-ruined by my phone informing me at exactly 10pm what the exit polls were and of course, they were wrong, the results were worst. I tried to ignore it until I got home three hours later.
I brought too much Taco Bell to soothe my wounds, my sibling hassled me about whether I was coming home or not. Not because she missed me, but because I had her beer in my car. I had thought about staying at my sister's if the weather was really mad. Like Rain and strong winds, is the worst.
Also so are drunk people and people who get in line before they know what they want and the line wasn't long. Drunk people are worst though. Actually, I don't know since the others steal your time. But so do drunks.
Obvious, the tories and the people who vote for them are truly the worst of all. I just don't get how people can vote for proven liars over and over. Even if people are for Brexit, this a government who missed deadlines twice. These cabinet filled with people who have previously been fired by their own party.
A lot of it does feel like racism and ethnocentrism, or people not realising they are poor. Like a lot of people, this is a terrible outcome for me and my disabled family. But I am Scottish, meaning only some of my country fucked me over for their own self-interest.
I guess they would argue that I voted for my own self-interest. But I don't want to live in a country where people die because they can't afford health care. I don't want to live with starving children, especially when they have working parents. People should be able to survive by working a fulltime job. People should be able to survive on benefits.
I mean maybe we have another election next year, Tories are selfish, maybe even having the most power they've had since the 80s, they still fuck themselves over.
So many people are gonna suffer for this.
Anyway, I live in Scotland and the Scottish Government will take over PIP...still those that year meant be a long one. This is a bad timeline, and I want to stop relating so hard to distopias. We got bored of them and we're still living them.
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