This book did not fit any of my challenge criteria.
Blurb:
Sexting. Virginity. Consent. The Big O … Let’s face it, doing it can be tricksy. I don’t know anyone (including myself) who has sex all figured out. So I’ve written a book full of honest, hilarious (and sometimes awkward) anecdotes, confessions and revelations.
Challenge criteria: A book with an unreliable narrator or ambiguous ending
Blurb:
‘I would like to make things beautiful, but a tawdry and repulsive kind of beauty. A braver sort than people have from birth. Sexy zombies on a bicep. That sort of thing.’
Today marks the beginning of the Leaving Cert, the final school exams in Ireland before you head off to college. It’s the sixth anniversary of when I sat my own exams, meaning I’ve been out of secondary school now for as long as I was in it. Kids starting their Leaving Cert weren’t even in secondary school when I sat my own exams. And that, readers, is how you feel old.
In honour of this great moment, I took a look at the texts and tomes I studied for my own Mental Torture™. The greatest feat will be if I can actually remember them. In this, I’ve included my studied prose – this would enter into thesis levels if I rattled off all the poetry and poets I focused on.
Challenge criteria: A book with a red spine.
(Disclaimer: I was sent a copy of this book by the publisher, Usborne, in exchange for an honest review. This has in no way affected my opinion of the book, nor the outcome of this review.)
Blurb:
Deep in the Texas desert, Moonbeam lives with her Brothers and Sisters. They’re safe, protected by the Fence and Father John.
I set up my own Bookstagram account last year to keep my book habits away from my family and friends, and it’s (very) slowly starting to grow legs, thank you algorithm.
There are some places I go to instantly for inspiration, and to lust over their shelves. Funnily enough, the majority of them are Antipodean. You’d swear I live my life with one foot on a plane to Australia.
One day, my own little spot could turn out like one of these. Until then, I’ll just keep lusting.
(Psst – if you want to follow me too, that’s cool.)
