Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Cover Reveal, Giveaway and Virtual Signing Information for BRAVE (Wicked #3) by Jennifer L. Armentrout (NA)


I was so thrilled to find out that the third book to Jennifer L. Armentrout's A Wicked Saga series will be released the day after my birthday! And, that I get to help reveal the stunning bookcover to you all today!!! 

Let us know what you think of it!


by Jennifer L. Armentrout
Expected release date: December 11th, 2017
Published by: Self-published by author
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Fantasy
Format: Paperback, eBook 


SUMMARY

Ivy Morgan hasn't been feeling like herself lately. Not like anyone can blame her. After all, being held captive by a psychotic fae prince hell-bent on permanently opening the gates to the Otherworld is bound to leave some mental scars.

It's more than that, though. Something dark and insidious is spreading throughout Ivy, more powerful than she could ever imagine... and it's coming between her and the man she's fallen deeply in love with, elite Order member Ren Owens.

Ren would do anything to keep Ivy safe. Anything. But when he makes a life-altering choice for her, the fallout of his act has far-reaching consequences that threaten to tear their lives apart. 
If Ivy is going to have any hope of surviving this, she must put aside the hurt and betrayal she feels, and work with not only those she loves but with an enemy, she would rather kill than ever trust. War is coming, and it soon becomes clear that what Ivy and Ren thought they knew about the Order, themselves, and even their enemies, has been nothing but a cluster of dangerous, deadly lies. Ivy knows she must be more than just brave to save those she loves - and, ultimately, to save herself. 

Because behind every evil fae Prince, there's a Queen... 




VIRTUAL SIGNING INFORMATION

To celebrate the upcoming release of BRAVE (book 3 in the Wicked Saga), Jennifer is offering an exclusive virtual signing!

Through this virtual signing, you will be able to order a SIGNED & PERSONALIZED copies of WICKED, TORN, and BRAVE!!!

And best of all - this is OPEN INTERNATIONALLY!


The virtual signing OPENS on Thursday, September 21st, 2017 at 11:00am EST... 
and will END on Friday, November 17th, 2017!


GIVEAWAY

- Enter to win a SURPRISED SIGNED PRIZE PACK!!!
(Containing multiple signed books and swag)!
- Giveaway is open internationally!
- Giveaway ENDS Monday, October 2nd, 2017.

*Bumbles and Fairy-Tales is not responsible for any lost, damaged, unclaimed, etc. prizes.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR - Jennifer L. Armentrout


#1 NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author...
Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia.
All the rumors you've heard about her state aren't true.

When she's not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

LINKS:  Goodreads / Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram 


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Cover Reveal: DARK OF THE WEST by Joanna Hathaway (YA)


I am so happy to be able to share with you the cover reveal to another one of my most anticipated books for 2018 today!!!


by Joanna Hathaway
Expected release date: 2018
Published by: Tor Teen
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Format: Hardcover, eBook


SUMMARY

He was raised in revolution. 
She was raised in a palace.
Can their love stop a war?

CODE NAME VERITY meets THE WINNER'S CURSE in Joanna Hathaway's DARK OF THE WEST, a breathtaking YA fantasy debut.

Aurelia Isendare is a princess of a small kingdom in the North, raised in privilege but shielded from politics as her brother prepares to step up to the throne. Halfway around the world, Athan Dakar, the youngest son of a ruthless general, is a fighter pilot longing for a life away from the front lines. When Athan's mother is shot and killed, his father is convinced it's the work of his old rival, the Queen of Etania - Aurelia's mother. Determined to avenge his wife's murder, he devises a plot to overthrow the Queen, a polt which sends Athan undercover to Etania to gain intel from her children.

Athan's mission becomes complicated when he finds himself falling for the girl he's been tasked with spying upon. Aurelia feels the same attraction, all the while desperately seeking to stop the war threatening to break between the Southern territory and the old Northern kingdoms that control it - a war in which Athan's father is determined to play a role. As diplomatic ties manage to just barely hold, the two teen struggle to remain loyal to their families and each other as they learn that war is not as black and white as they've been raised to believe.


PRAISE FOR Dark of the West

"In this reimagining of Europe's world wars, Joanna Hathaway delivers a novel of court intrigue and action-packed military adventure. DARK OF THE WEST is a heart-pounding romp that will leave the reader wanting more."
- Melissa de la Cruz, #1 New York Times bestselling author

"Airplane battles, revolutions, palace intrigue, star-crossed love, feuds spanning generations. This story's scope is ambitious, a world unto itself, yet Hathaway wields the narrative with powerful precision. DARK OF THE WEST is a debut to be reckoned with."
- Ryan Graudin, author of the WOLF BY WOLF duology 


ADD this to your GOODREADS list now!!!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR - Joanna Hathaway

Joanna Hathaway is an avid storyteller and history buff whose writing is inspired by her great-grandfather's participation in WWI. 

She loves traveling the globe, flying in airplanes, and is forever a "horse girl". 

Born in Montreal, Canada, Hathaway now resides in Minnesota. 

DARK OF THE WEST is her debut novel.

LINKS:  Goodreads / Twitter / Instagram 


Thursday, September 7, 2017

Cover Reveal and Excerpt: TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF LIGHT by Michelle Warren (Adult)


I am so very excited to be able to share with you the cover reveal to Michelle Warren's next release - TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF LIGHT!!!

See the gorgeous cover and read the first chapter... 
don't forget to pre-order!!!



by Michelle Warren
Expected release date: October 18th, 2017
Published by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Format: eBook


SUMMARY

Five years ago an unthinkable slashed Cait London's life into two parts:
before she had amnesia and after.
Determined to keep her past hidden and start over, she moves to Chicago and plunges into a new job - all while keeping a walled distance from everyone she meets.

It's not long before Cait reconsiders her solitary existence, and soon she's stepping beyond her boundaries and taking unthinkable chances, like crushing on her impossibly sexy landlord, Evan Wade. He's flirty, annoying, and with him living in the same apartment building, she can't stop thinking about him. If she can sleep with him once, perhaps she can get him out of her system. The problem is, Evan seems bulletproof to her advances. As the two develop a connection, it becomes clear Cait may not succeed before her heart remembers what it feels like to love.

Ten Thousand Points of Light is an immersive contemporary romance about the intensity of first loves, the heartache of loss, and the power of forgiveness. 


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EXCERPT - Chapter 1

Aggie's everything I'm not. Short. Blonde. Adorable. Outgoing. She knows who she is in every fiber of her being. Whereas I'm a tall brunette with a serious case of high-functioning depression. And let's not forget the identity issues. But I remind myself retrograde amnesia will do that to a girl.

This, at least, is one thing I'm sure of.

Tonight we're drinking. A lot.

I'd like to say it's not a normal thing, but that would be a lie. At least this time there's a reason - a breakup. Hers, not mine. I try to care, but I despise the guy. When I consider her ex-boyfriend Brad's weasel face and condescending personality, my lips draw tight at the corners. 

Still, I'm doing what I sense is my part, being a good friend and helping her forget "that bastard." He is one, no doubt about it. But I'm not drinking to forget their existence as a couple. I drink to do things I wouldn't normally. Like hanging out in a park after hours when there's clearly a sign stating this section closes at dark, or worse, sitting on the hood of a car that doesn't belong to either of us. Nothing too crazy. But under normal conditions, breaking these little rules would make me nervous, give me anxiety, and make my shoulder twitch, twitch, twitch. 

And then there's my highly irrational sense of hope. No matter how small, its dangerous whispers suggest alcohol might have a revealing effect, releasing my lost memories from a black hole of intoxication. 

Aggie doesn't know about my past. No one in Chicago does, which is how I'd like to keep things. Five years ago I woke up in a hospital, scared and near death. When I opened my eyes that terrible day, a line was drawn. The violent slash divided my life into two part.

Before. 

After.

Everything in the before was severed. The life I had was erased, leaving a nearly blank slate. I was a twenty-one-year-old newborn starting over in the after. But it's been a long time since before, and I'm reading to move on. I think.

I blame Aggie. After knowing her, she's changed something in me. I long to be like her. Worry free. Anxiety free. Just... free. She pinwheels through life with her arms spread wide and chin lifted skyward. Even after suffering a breakup she exudes happiness. She can't help it. She's unrelenting luminous sunshine, and I'm just rain. Dark, cold, pelting rain. That's how I know she'll be okay. Me? I'm not so sure. 

Tonight we're at North Avenue Beach at my favorite spot. From this vantage point across a wide cove, we view the spectacular, long-reaching Chicago skyline. Window lights shimmer and sparkle, reflecting on the waters of Lake Michigan.

Aggie trekked here from her condo in Lincoln Park after another disastrous texting marathon with Brad. I supplied the two bottles of champagne we're inhaling, but only after Aggie decided her breakup was cause for celebration, rather than the pout festival she hosted the prior seven days. if it were anyone else, I think there would have been some crying involved, but I'm honestly unsure if the word crying exists in her vocabulary. 

"I need Mr. Right Now." Aggie takes a deep chug from the champagne bottle, winces, and hands it to me.

"Maybe you only need you for now." I take a swig and finish it off with a shiver. I balance the empty bottle on the roof of the car.

"Gross, no. I get bored with me." She flinches. "I need to find a new someone to forget the old someone. It's better to line them up, one right after another."

She hoists her petite frame onto the car's hood. She lies down with her back angled against the windshield, hands settled in her lap. I do the same, gaze pointing skyward, searching for one twinkling star to wish upon. But this is an impossible task with all the light pollution from the city. Not that it matters. All my wishes after seem impossible. My arms settle heavy at my sides. 

"That's crazy talk. you only need you," I say.

"You're so right. I need to get out and sow my wild womanly oats." Her arms flail. It doesn't take much to animate her melodrama. And when she drinks, her cute Southern twang emerges. But the crazy? That's twenty-four seven.

"That's not what I said. Not at all. Pay attention." The sound of my own laughter surprises me. She makes me smile, though she's never given me much choice in the matter.

"I didn't know women had oats to sow," I confess.

"Of course we do. I need to explore more. Bypass all the relationship bullshit for the main event, you know?" She winds herself up and kicks the air with her foot before sliding off the car's hood to the ground. "And you should too."

"Not likely." It's been a long time since I had a relationship. Before. Back in high school or so I've been told. I twist the hem of my shirt. 

"You can, Cait!" Aggie continues ranting about her new plan. "We'll both do it. We'll march right up to hot guys and tell them we want them. We'll write a blog about our adventures, start a YouTube channel, host our own talk show and get famous. The usual stuff."

"Isn't there already an app for that?"

Aggie's incoherent declaration continues without answering. "We've been programmed to fit into this stupid virginal-Suzy-Homemaker mold where guys sleep around and people call them studs, but when girls do it they're called sluts. It's an epidemic. No, it's bigger. It's an international crisis of double fucking standards."

She does a cheerleading jump, arms and legs spread wide. Her blonde hair bounces and hangs midair before she surprisingly nails a solid landing. She gracelessly hikes her leggings around her waist. 

"It's an intergalactic injustice." I punch my fist into the air to egg her on.

"Don't be ridiculous. The point I'm trying to make is there's nothing wrong with sampling the goods. I could say we should explore our sexuality or some politically correct bullshit, but what I'm saying is we need to have fun."

She giggle-snorts with a drunk sway, stumbling to the car's hood. The car catches her fall, and her waves spill over her jean jacket dotted with artsy enamel pins. With a squeak she lifts herself, joining me again. The weight of the alcohol makes her slump heavy at my side. She's winding down. Even the sun needs to sleep.

She continues, her words slowing. "With your job at the agency, you meet a ton of hot, eligible men. I've seen you parade them around the office. They can't help but flirt with you."

"They can't?" I can't recall any man ever flirting with me.

"Don't act like you don't know. And if you don't, start paying attention." She pokes my arm as if to drive in the demand. "The point is, why not have a little naughty time with them in those empty properties you're trying to lease?"

"Because I could lose my broker license."

"It would be consensual sex."

"In a client's property." 

"Making it even hottterr," she slurs. Even though I helped her land a job as our new office assistant, she's been quick to make her own rules.

In my recollection, I hadn't noticed a guy in, well, ever. Not in that way. Not after. Since I arrived I'd been slammed at my job and recently preparing to land an important client. There's been no time for a guy in any capacity, not that I would want one. 

"How do you get over a guy so fast?" I ask. 

"Sometimes I don't think you know anything. How did you make it this far in life, looking like you do, and have no experience with guys?" She gives me a suspicious glare.

I give her my standard answer, the one I always use when I can't make sense of social dating conventions. Ones I probably understood before. "I don't know. Late bloomer?" 

Aggie's face scrunches like she's unconvinced, but always unwilling to leave me unschooled on important issues such as these, she continues with her fast-talk. "There are basic rules to romance universe every woman should know. Brad and I dated for three months. The acceptable equation for getting over a breakup is two days for every month we were together. I should have been over him by day six and it's already day eight. So see, I'm behind schedule and wasting precious flirting time."

"Makes sense. I think." I pause and my thoughts find their way back to where this conversation started. "Aggs, there's someone amazing out there for you, but in the meantime, maybe you should enjoy time by yourself?"

This seems like the reasonable game plan. The safe plan. That's my plan.

"What's that app called again?" She slides her finger across a list of icons on her phone.

"You should download it too."

"I'll think about it," I say, hoping she'll drop the subject.

Seconds pass before Aggie's arms loosen in her lap with her fingers easing off her phone. Her heavy breathing simmers into a purring snore. With her losing consciousness, I rest my head against hers and exhale.

What would it be like to let loose and be different - be like Aggie? I may not want to be serious with someone but why not take Aggie's suggestion? Bypass the crap and have a little fun. 

My lip quirks and I soften at the hazy thought. Under the influence, the word fun sounds nice.

"Hey! Get off my car!" The command pierces the silence. Now alert, I whip my head to the voice and spot a chubby man charging in our direction. I suck in a sharp breath and jab Aggie with my elbow.

"What?" She jolts awake with a grunt and looks around with an annoyed expression.

She rubs her eyes and yawns.

She's moving at sloth-speed, so I hook my arm with hers and drag her from the car's hood. 

When my feet hit the ground, Aggie stumbles at my side. Every distasteful name she growls fades into the background when the approaching man steps under a street lamp and a beam of light catches the gleam of his police badge. Pure fear shoots through my veins as the terrifying thought of breaking the law sobers me. 

"Run!" Aggie yells, finally comprehending my urgency.

My heart beats rapid-fire as I fall into step, sprinting behind her. Mr. Police follows in pursuit, but when I glance back a few minutes into our chase, the poor guy's doubled over with his hands leveraged on his knees, heaving. Aggie spots the same and pumps her arms and yowls with a victorious whoop. She seeks my hand for a high five but misses and smacks my face instead. I blanch at the pain and rub my burning cheek. Clumsiness ignites her raucous laughter. Nervousness releases mine. Like bumbling idiots, we weave beneath Lincoln Park's canopy of green trees. 

Outside Aggie's condo building with the late summer air hugging us, I thank her for cheering me up. I'm relieved and exhilarated by our escape.

"I thought I was the one who needed cheering," she says.

"You know you're down in the dumps is equivalent to my happy."

"Aww, my poor Princess of Darkness. Try to put on a happy face." She pats my arm.

"You sure you don't want me to stay?"

"Nah, running will help burn off the alcohol."

"Or make you throw up." She makes a barfing gesture.

"You're such a child." I wave her off with a conspiratorial grin. When she vanishes into her building, I jog into the darkness of the tree-lined street.

My apartment sits a mile south near the city center. It's a restored six-story brick walk-up in River North. When I reach the top floor out of breath, I stop at the landing and zero in on my apartment door. It's cracked open. 

My entire body stands alert, and I glance around to confirm I'm alone. I didn't leave it open. In fact, I remember locking it before I left. At least I think I did. I rub my head. With champagne bubbles floating through my mind, my recollection's blurry.

Holding my breath, I step forward with caution. Standing two feet away from the door, I press one finger to the wood, easing it wider. It whines, and I freeze at the sound, half expecting someone to jump me. When nothing happens, I continue my visual inspection of the living room. The room is tidy. Quiet. Nothing seems out of place. My purse sits untouched on the coffee table. I exhale and inch one step closer. 

"Hello?" My voice shakes. I'm poised to run back down the stairs if need be. When there's no response, I become bold and say it louder, "Hello?"

Silence.

I step over the threshold, and the floorboards creak beneath my weight. My gaze swings from the kitchen to the living area and down the hall to my darkened bedroom. On tiptoes, I step further inside. 

A loud clanking noise causes me to jerk back with a startled heart. My shoulder hits the wall before I stumble backward through the door and into the hall with a tight scream lodged in my throat. 

"Back here!" someone yells. I placed my hand over my hammering heart when I recognize the husky voice. I immediately want to kill that voice. I roll my eyes and exhale to calm my useless alarm. After gathering my wits, I follow the continued ruckus.

In my bathroom, a man kneels on the floor inspecting a gigantic hole of exposed pipes with the roaming beam of a flashlight. I fold my arms and lean into the doorframe.

When I left to meet Aggie everything was functioning. My gaze examines the small room, picking out details: my expensive towels soak up a deluge of water pooling on the tiled floor, there's a large pile of powdery, crumbled drywall, and then there's the issue of ass crack - in my face. It is toned and tight, but still, it's connected to my landlord, Evan Wade.

"Pipes burst, leaking a damn waterfall into 5A," he says, not bothering to glance my direction.

"Did you have to use my good towels?" I purse my lips.

"I thought about using your sexy lingerie." He eyes the laundry basket of delicates now sitting on top of the sink. "But the fancy towels seemed like a better option."

"Thanks, appreciate it." I sidestep him, snatch the basket, and carry it to my bedroom, hiding it in my closet. If he scrutinized it closer, which he probably did, he would have found an embarrassing amount of granny panties and more sports bras than a Lululemon.

"How long before it's fixed?" How long before I can get rid of you?

"A week," his muffled voice answers.

"What?" I race back only to find his sharky grin. Two vertical dimples slice beneath a permanent, mocha-colored five o'clock shadow. They punctuate his bronzy sun-kissed skin, making his caramel eyes gleam with amused delight. My gaze intensifies.

"Just kidding. And you forgot this one." Evan tosses me a ball of fabric. I catch it and glance at it. My mouth drops open. A smiling kitten stares back from the crotch of a pair of panties. Pu--y panties. My cheek temperature flickers between sweaty hot and icy cold. 

"Meow." He chuckles. 

I shove Aggie's gag gift into the pocket of my running pants. "Funny." I deadpan to appear unaffected.

Still, Evan seems thrilled for tormenting me. It's something he's excelled at since the day we met. It may be I'm still tipsy from drinking, but at recalling his history of irritating jokes, I pause. I cock my head and stare at him in confusion when a doubtful revelation hits me. Is this what Aggie was talking about? Is Evan flirting with me? Has he been flirting all this time?

I shake my head. Impossible. 

"It's too late to get the parts I need. So tomorrow." He wipes his dirty hands on one of my towels, leaving a dark streak. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from scolding him.

"That;s not going to work. I have an appointment first thing in the morning and I need a shower." I gesture to my sweaty T-shirt.

"No kidding, Cat, I can smell you from here."

"It's Cait, you ass." I kick off my loose sneaker, tossing it with my toe in his direction. I aim to nail him in the head but he dodges away. The shoe ricochets off the wall, tumbling to the floor.

His grin widens. "I'm kidding, Miss London. You smell like roses, as always."

"Seriously, what am I going to do?"

"Can't you use Gusterson's shower?" He quirks a surly lip because he already knows the answer - no. Mr. Gusterson lives across the hall, but I've never seen the man. I'm unsure anyone has. 

For this comment, I kick my other shoe in his direction.

"Ow!" This one smacks his sizable bicep, protecting his handsome face. I suppress a triumphant smile. 

Evan crouches and stands in one fluid motion of sinewy muscle. He meets my gaze and then rakes a hand through his tousled chestnut-colored hair. "Fine. You don't have to beg, Kitty Cat, you can use mine." He puffs his chest and flashes his brilliant white grin.

Definitely flirting. Though I shouldn't be surprised. How many times in the last year had I seen him at Mr. Moon's Coffee House, sitting at a table and flirting with some girl? There were too many times and too many girls to count. 

Evan takes his time sliding past, I think, purposely brushing the heat of his body near me. I pin myself against the wall, unwilling to allow our skin to touch. When will he grasp how annoying I find him?

"I'll pass." I latch my hands on my hips. This is me sending a clear message.

I'm not flirting. 

"Suit yourself." Unswayed, he lumbers for the door.

"What about these tools?" I gesture to his mess.

"I'll be back tomorrow." He turns, arms wide, palms skyward and strolls backward with a confident teeter. He's hitting me with his smile again and those damn dimples like they'll make this situation better. 

My teeth clench. If I had something else to throw at him I would. When he disappears, I remove my cell from my pocket and text Aggie.

ME: Coming back.

AGGS: Did u barf? I knew u would.

ME: No, but I want 2.

Thinking of Evan, I glance at my front door, which he left wide open. His footfalls descend the stairs to his apartment on the first floor. 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR - Michelle Warren


If Michelle Warren had a spirit animal, it would be a tiger in a pink tutu, riding a Harley through a ring of fire. She lives in Chicago, dreams of California but hails from Baltimore. She has a slight obsession with travel, sunshine, Double Chocolate Milano cookies and writing novels. She didn't travel the road to writer immediately. She spent over a decade as a professional illustrator and designer. Her artistic creativity combined with her love of science fiction, paranormal and fantasy led her to write her first novel.

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Thursday, August 31, 2017

AUGUST 2017 Book Haul, Wrap Up and September TBR


Hello, friends!

It's been a wonderful, long and summery month filled with good family memories... I am a little sad to see it all go! But - the fall season is in my blood! And I am craving it all with what I imagine it would be like to crave coffee in the mornings (I am not a coffee drinker, so I am purely speculating, lol!) 

I love fall! The colors, smells, cooler weather, back-to-school shopping, kiddos going back to school... and this is from someone who also doesn't enjoy pumpkin spice anything, lol! 
I'm also looking forward to cozy days and nights reading all the amazing books that will be released soon... including the ones I've managed to haul this month! And on that note - here are all the books I've read and managed to get throughout August :) 


My AUGUST Book Haul



*What I received to review...

- LEAGUE OF AMERICAN TRAITORS by Matthew Landis (YA/HB) from Sky Pony Press 
- THE ALCHEMY OF MASQUES AND MIRRORS (The Risen Kingdoms #1) by Curtis Craddock (YA/HB) from Tor Books 
- A MOONLESS, STARLESS SKY: Ordinary Women and Men Fighting Extremism in Africa by Alexis Okeowo (Adult/ARC) from Hachette 
- WEIRD BUT TRUE DAILY PLANNER: 365 Days to Fill with School, Sports, Friends, and Fun! by National Geographic Kids (MG/PB) from Media Masters 
- NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC KIDS UNITED STATES ATLAS by National Geographic Kids (MG/PB) from Media Masters 
- IMAGINE THAT! HOW DR. SEUSS WROTE THE CAT IN THE HAT by Judy Sierra (E/ARC) from Random House Kids 
IMAGINE THAT! HOW DR. SEUSS WROTE THE CAT IN THE HAT by Judy Sierra (C/ARC) from Random House
- SCION OF THE FOX (The Realms of Ancient #1) by S.M. Beiko (YA/ARC) from ECW Press 
- INVASION OF THE SCORP-LIONS! (A Monstertown Mystery) by Bruce Hale (MG/HB) from Disney-Hyperion 
- BRUCE'S BIG MOVE by Ryan T. Higgins (C/HB) from Disney-Hyperion 
- MURDER AMONG THE STARS by Adam Shankman and Laura L. Sullivan (YA/HB) from Simon and Schuster 
- THE DAM KEEPER by Robert Kondo and Dice Tsutsumi (HB MG/Graphic Novel) from First Second (Macmillan) 
- CAST NO SHADOW by Nick Tapalansky and Anissa Espinosa (YA/PB Graphic Novel) from First Second (Macmillan) 
- HEAD GAMES by Craig McDonald and Kevin Singles (YA/PB Graphic Novel) from First Second (Macmillan) 
THE VAN GOGH DECEPTION by Deron R. Hicks (MG/ARC) from HMH Kids


*Books I received as gifts or from giveaways...

FUTHERMORE by Tahereh Mafi (MG/HB) 
MS. MARVEL, Volume 3: CRUSHED by G. Willow Wilson (YA/Trade PB) 
UNCLE TOM'S CABIN by Harriet Beecher Stowe (Softcover) - Knickerbocker Classic Edition
- CAN'T AND WON'T (STORIES) by Lydia Davis (Adult/PB) from Picador 
- THE SHARK CLUB by Ann Kidd Taylor (Adult/HB) from BookSparks 
- PASHMINA by Nidhi Chanani (YA/Graphic Novel PB) 

*Books I received through #BooksForTrade via twitter...

- WHITE FUR by Jardine Libaire (Adult/HB)
- THE SISTERS CHASE by Sarah Healy (Adult/HB) 



*Books I purchased this month... 
FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD by Thomas Hardy (PB) - Penguin English Library Edition 
PENGUIN CLASSICS: CATALOGUE by Penguin Classic (PB) 
WOMAN MUCH MISSED by Thomas Hardy (PB) - Penguin Little Black Classic No. 14 
MATILDA by Mary Shelley (PB) - Penguin Little Black Classic No. 116 
THE WAVES by Virginia Wolf (PB) - Penguin Modern Classic Edition 
TED HUGHES: POEMS SELECTED BY SIMON ARMITAGE (HB) by Ted Hughes (HB) - Faber 80th Anniversary Classic Editon 
T.S. ELIOT: POEMS by T.S. Eliot (HB) - Faber 80th Anniversary Classic Edition 
JOHN BETJEMAN: POEMS SELECTED BY HUGO WILLIAMS by John Betjeman (HB) - Faber 80th Anniversary Classic Edition 
W.B. YEATS: POEMS SELECTED BY SEAMUS HEANEY by W.B. Yeats (HB) - Faber 80th Anniversary Classic Edition 
W.H. AUDEN: POEMS SELECTED BY JOHN FULLER by W.H. Auden (HB) - Faber 80th Anniversary Classic Edition 

SYLVIA PLATH: POEMS SELECTED BY TED HUGHES by Sylvia Plath (HB) - Faber 80th Anniversary Classic Edition 
ARIEL by Sylvia Plath (HB) - Faber Classic Edition 

Vintage books!!!...
- ALICE IN WONDERLAND and THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS by Lewis Carroll, Illustrated by John Tenniel (C/HB) - Published in 1946
- A BEAR CALLED PADDINGTON (Paddington Bear #1) by Michael Bond (C/PB) - Published in 1962 
- MORE ABOUT PADDINGTON (Paddington Bear #2) by Michael Bond (C/PB) - Published in 1963
- PADDINGTON HELPS OUT (Paddington Bear #3) by Michael Bond (C/PB) - Published in 1965
- PADDINGTON ABROAD (Paddington Bear #4) by Michael Bond (C/PB) - Published in 1967
- PADDINGTON AT LARGE (Paddington Bear #5) by Michael Bond (C/PB) - Published in 1966


What I read in AUGUST



- LOVE AND VANDALISM by Laurie Boyle Crompton (YA/PB) 
- BONAPARTE FALLS APART by Margery Cuyler (C/ARC) 
- UNI THE UNICORN AND THE DREAM COME TRUE by Amy Krouse Rosenthal (C/ARC) 
- DOG DAYS OF SCHOOL by Kelly DiPucchio and Brian Biggs (C/ARC) 
CAN YOU FIND MY ROBOT'S ARM? by Chihiro Takeuchi (C/HB) 
- DECEPTION SO DEADLY by Clara Kensie (YA/PB) 
- CAN'T AND WON'T by Lydia Davis (A/PB) 
- THE STORIED LIFE OF A.J. FIKRY by Gabrielle Zevin (Adult/PB) 
- THE HISTORY OF BEES by Maja Lunde (A/ARC) 
- MURDER AMONG THE STARS by Adam Shankman and Laura L. Sullivan (YA/HB) 
- ELIZA AND HER MONSTERS by Francesca Zappia (YA/HB)


What I plan on reading in SEPTEMBER



First, I hope to finish reading and perusing... 

- THE GENTLEMAN'S GUIDE TO VICE AND VIRTUE by Mackenzie Lee (YA/HB)
- WEIRD BUT TRUE DAILY PLANNER: 365 Days to Fill with School, Sports, Friends, and Fun! by National Geographic Kids (MG/PB) from Media Masters 
- NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC KIDS UNITED STATES ATLAS by National Geographic Kids (MG/PB) from Media Masters 

And then, I hope I have enough time to read all of these... which I should be able to get through since most of my pile consists of adorable Children's Picture Books... 

- GIRLS MADE OF SNOW AND GLASS by Melissa Bashardoust (YA/ARC)
- A COOKED-UP FAIRY TALE by Penny Parker Klostermann (C/HB) 
- THE PERFECT SCORE by Rob Buyea (MG/ARC) 
- THERE'S A MONSTER IN YOUR BOOK by Tom Fletcher (C/ARC) 
 - IMAGINE THAT! HOW DR. SEUSS WROTE THE CAT IN THE HAT by Judy Sierra (C/ARC)
- THE BOOK OF GOLD by Bob Staake (C/ARC) 
- SPINNING by Tillie Walden (YA/PB) 
- COOKIESAURUS REX by Amy Fellner Dominy (C/ARC) 
- THE SCARIEST BOOK EVER by Bob Shea (C/HB) 
- THE MIDNIGHT DANCE by Nikki Katz (YA/ARC) 
- THE VAN GOGH DECEPTION by Deron R. Hicks (MG/ARC) 
- A MOONLESS, STARLESS SKY by Alexis Okeowo (Adult/ARC) 
- BRUCE'S BIG MOVE by Ryan T. Higgins (C/HB) 
- THE DAM KEEPER by Robert Kondo and Dice Tsutsumi (MG/HB Graphic Novel) 
- THE ALCHEMY OF MASQUES AND MIRRORS by Curtis Craddock (YA/HB) 
- THE HUSH by Skye Melki-Wegner (YA/HB) 
- SCION OF THE FOX (The Realms of Ancient #1) by S.M. Beiko (MG/ARC) 

Please let me know in the comments what you're reading... and leave your blog or book haul links too!

Happy reading!!!


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