Monday, February 8, 2016

The Sorcery Code

I am somewhat suspicious of young adult novels. How interesting could they really be to a well-read adult? Mostly my answer is very. Do not underestimate a book based on the number of pages or the ease of reading. There are some great young adult fiction such as The Giver, Maze Runner, Eragon, and, now, The Sorcery Code.



The Sorcery Code is an unique story about a sorcerer who creates a being that is supposed to help the human race. What he creates is more than he ever imagined possible. In addition to the fear that this creature will ruin the way of life, there is a fear that it will destroy all life.

The characters and plot points are developed within the book, but I am really looking forward to the rest of the series to see how they are further developed. I like characters that are grey - by which I mean they are neither good nor bad. Maybe we disagree with their methods, but see where they are coming from, or vice versa. I love having my initial impression of a character challenged, and this book does a good job of that in such a short span of time.

 I would recommend this book to anyone who likes fantasy, but does not want to keep track of family trees and complex maps to understand it. Don't be fooled by the ease of reading - this book is much more than a book written for youngsters!

 I have received this book free for the purpose of reviewing it, but all opinions are very much my own.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

A Rose

“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” –Shakespeare “My hotel doesn't have a 13th Floor because of superstition, but c'mon man... People on the 14th Floor, you know what floor you're really on.” –Hedberg They are not garbage men, right? They are sanitation workers. I’m not manic-depressive, I am bipolar. Actually I have bipolar disorder. Please, we both know what mentally ill means – crazy. Don’t give me that shit.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

The Watchers: Knight of Light

I have to be honest here. This book was written by a 15 year old. And it reads like it. I have read a decent amount of young adult fiction and this is probably the worst. Think Fifty Shades of Grey without the sex.

It is actually a bit interesting how they take the parts that should be interesting and kind of skip over them. The girl is running from a demon in the beginning of the book and all of a sudden the sun is coming up and she's in a field. Wait. What? Where's the demon? Did she out run it? I didn't finish the book so if any of you actually get to the end, don't tell me. I don't really care.

I received this book free for the purpose of reviewing it. Obviously all opinions are my own.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

First time in Forever

I received a copy of Oasis: The Last Humans: Book 1 by Dima Zales to review. It is a quick and easy read. It is definitely geared towards young adults, but I know that there are a lot of adults out there enjoying young adult fiction. This book really reminded me of The Giver. I would suggest Oasis to anyone who liked The Giver. Some of the smaller aspects of the book were a bit predictable, but the big question was a complete surprise. I like that in a book! I am definitely going to read Book 2.

All opinions are my own.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Shitty people and the crap they leave you with

After spending so much time with shitty people it's hard to stop being afraid. For the longest time, I was legit afraid of men. I am still somewhat. People are dangerous and unpredictable.

But not everyone, really.

It was normal to be surrounded by people who I didn't know. Strangers. People who could do anything. I was around people who would steal your things the minute you turned your back. People who were drug dealers. People who ripped off drug dealers. People who didn't give a shit who they put in danger, whether it was you, them, children, didn't matter.

I had a mother-in-law who I had only met at a court appearance. I had a father-in-law whose quality time included an NA meeting. A husband who was no stranger to overdoses. I couldn't even depend on him to wake up in the morning. A boyfriend who insisted I was hitting on our waiter.

I've had game systems stolen. My car was stolen twice. My ring. Money. My sense of security. I have hid from guns. I knew someone who was so fucked up he set his apartment on fire and killed his grandmother.

People would stop showing up when they went to jail. "Friends" who would flee from the cops after getting everyone arrested. Friends who were advised by their lawyers not to talk to you. Friends who would stop talking to you after you told them to leave their husband after he had attempted to kill them.

I wish I was exaggerating. I wish I could say that this happened to someone else. I wish I could tell you that after so many years I have gotten over all of this. I cannot. I have not.

I've met great people since then. I have a very hard time trusting them. I know they will let me down. I know they will make me uncomfortable. I know I am better off by myself. But I'm not. There are some great people out there and I need them around. I need to learn to trust them and me. It's hard though. Even after a decade, it's a lesson I'm still working on.


Friday, January 23, 2015

God?

I grew up Catholic and went to Catholic school until 3rd grade. Then we moved and couldnt afford private school. Soon we stopped going to church because the church wouldnt accept my parent's non-Catholic friends as godparents for my sister. There was very little talk of religion growing up and in school I fell in love with science.

During my teenage years, I started declaring myself agnostic. I didnt know if there was a god, but I didnt really put much thought into it either. I didnt really care. I figured agnostic was safe because I could not care, but if there was a god, I was safe too.

Finally, as my knowledge of science increased, my disbelief did as well. What bibles and preachers said did not fit into the observable world. I am now a proud atheist. I do not look down on people for believing in a higher power, in fact, sometimes I envy them. I think life would be easier if I could blame a god for things that happen or ask a god for help with difficult situations. Maybe I would not feel so alone. On the other hand, I like not being deceived. I see things as they are. I dont accept things that I dont understand as something a god does. No, I question things and I investigate things and I learn. I take responsibility for my actions and believe others should as well. I do not hate in the name of any higher power. I believe all people are equal. 

While I am not an antitheist, I do believe that religion can be detrimental sometimes. I am not against it, as a whole, because of all of the good it does bring, especially to those in need, but I do believe that without it, peace would be more attainable.

Finally, I should admit, that if there were hard evidence of such an entity I would be open minded and consider said evidence. I do not expect such evidence to exist, though.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Depression is an Illness

It is truly amazing what an effect medication has on my life and how much different it is without it. I was feeling terrible, so I started my Abilify up again and the sadness melted away. Now I am out of the meds and into the darkness. I am currently unemployed and my doctor doesn't take Mass Health, so here I am. I'm going to try to call him. I have to be able to work something out to get what I need.

Who knew though? A tiny blue pill could be the difference between not caring and caring. Between light and dark. If this doesn't convince me that it is a physical problem, not some psychosomatic thing, I don't know what can. I always wonder if it is all in my head. And I guess it is, but it is a physical problem in my brain.

I usually don't consider myself "sick." I consider myself "crazy." There is a world of difference there. I forget that depression is a legit illness, like the flu or cancer or something, and it can be fatal. The depression does that, though. Convinces me that it is my fault. I am broken in some way. How can I expect other people to treat depression as an illness if I do not even believe it myself?

It is hard and the depression makes everything in the world way harder than normal. I want to share this great post I read: 10 Ways to Show Love to Someone with Depression. I think this is a great article for significant others and caregivers, but I also think it is a great article for the person who is depressed as well. In a way, you are your own caregiver as well. In a way, I think it is actually harder for you to love yourself while depressed than it is for someone else to love you. They always love you. I know that I do not love me. I need to work on that. Bring myself outside. Encourage myself to care for myself. Challenge my own destructive thoughts. Remind myself why I should love myself.

This is so hard.