Book Reviews: Collection #2 (Spring 2015)


22 thoughts on “Book Reviews: Collection #2 (Spring 2015)


    Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks.

    “Young and old, male or female, pretty much everyone she knew wanted the same things. They wanted to feel peace in their hearts, they wanted a life without turmoil, they wanted to be happy. The difference, Adrienne thought, was that most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while most older people believed that they lay in the past.”


    The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl by Barry Lyga

    ‘She starts to ask questions and I gnaw on my lip in frustration, glaring at the slightly vapid expression on her face, and I realize I can see her face, and it hits, the pain, oh God, my head explodes no I wish it would explode because then the pain would stop because I’d be dead which is fine being dead is fine better than this my teeth come together hard and I groan and she looks at me like I’ve pulled a gun terrified and I throw my head back and I want to scream into the world vomit the pain out through my eyes and through my skull spikes with more spikes growing out of them and more spikes growing out of them like fractals ever growing into infinities of agony phone dialing she’s talking to someone and she comes to me and her hands are on me and she sits me down and she’s holding my had and she strokes my forehead my skull is rupturing from within like Krypton -‘

    There is more of the page with NO punctuation, and much much more, read on!


    Augustus: The Life of Rome’s First Emperor

    Anthony Everitt

    “Shipwrecks, human sacrifice, hairbreadth escapes, unbridled sex, battles on land and at sea, ambushes, family scandals, and above all the unforgiving pursuit of absolute power – Augustus lived out an extraordinary and often terrifying drama.”

    “My hope is to make Augustus come alive.”


    Before I Fall
    By: Lauren Oliver

    “Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around in it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”

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