The Little Paris Bookshop – Nina George (T: German-English by Simon Pare)

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Jean Perdu lives alone and prefers his own company. Yet he still knows everyone’s business in his apartment building, and he owns a bookshop, at which he prescribes books to cure ailments many people are not even aware of. Yes, Monsieur Perdu is a Literary Apothecary. And his shop is no normal bookstore, but a floating book barge on the Seine, moored in the middle of Paris. Convinced after many years to read a letter left him by the one that got away, Perdu embarks on a journey to find closure, and along the way finds himself.

I picked George’s up because it had ‘bookshop’ in the title. Sorry, not sorry. This book is like what happens when your friend who gives great dating advice but never dates finally hits the dating scene. You know they are going to have to learn to swim in the murky waters of the dating pool, but you still just want to do a happy dance. Monsieur Perdu is like this. Throughout the novel he’s always giving people advice and fixing the lives around him, usually by making them read a book or two or ten,  but when it comes to his own life he’s completely adrift. His journey, therefore, is almost part speaking tour, part Eat, Pray, Love. It’s fantastic, and I personally adored every second of it. Not to mention the book is basically a tour of France! Literally, my only gripes with this entire piece are that it starts a little slowly and that I still want more description of the countryside because it’s just so breathtaking! *sigh* Also, did I mention this book was originally released in German? The translation is flawless.

WARNING: This book will make you wish you were a Literary Apothecary. Which is a real job! Kind of. In the U.S. at least, they’re called Book Therapists. According to a super quick Google search I did just now they’re also called Bibliotherapists, and apparently, they’ve been around since Ancient Egypt/Greece. Who knew!

EXTRAS! Besides some delicious sounding recipes, the book also includes a mini book pharmacy, with “Perdu”‘s reading recommendations for your ailments. It’s. Perfect.

HHC Rating:  4.5 Stars

The Boston Girl – Anita Diamant

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Anita Diamant’s The Boston Girl follows first-generation American Addie Baum through the ups and down of living in early 20th century Boston, Massachusetts. Not your typical historical-fiction-memoir, the story reads as though Addie is being interviewed by her granddaughter, Ava, and shows us her life from 1900-1985.

Having never heard of Anita Diamant except when people spoke in passing about The Red Tent, I don’t 100% remember why I picked up this book in the first place. I think I came across a summary and it sounded interesting, and then I had family that moved to Boston, and I bought it. Then, The Red Tent was turned into a TV miniseries (Trailer and Miniseries rated PG13) in 2014 on Lifetime that my mother and I marathoned and bawled our eyes out through. It was life-changing. And then I was moving to Boston this year and I picked up this book to add to my reading list and realized it was by the same author all over again. Still, I kept putting it off, for no real reason. I’m glad I read it in Boston. It gave me a new perspective on my new city, and I’m beyond thankful for that.

This book is nothing like any historical, fictional, memoir type book that I have ever come across. The almost but not quite interview style is done extremely well, and you hardly realize that the story is being told in first-person. If Addie was a real person she would immediately be on my list of biggest heroes. There is so much gumption in this girl. She’s just so real, and the twists and turns that her life takes are too numerous to count.

True, the number of words which I’m guessing were either Yiddish or Hebrew and I, therefore, didn’t know (not having studied those languages myself) were high, it’s true. However, each one only added to the hominess feel of the book, as though the reader is one of Addie’s close friends, maybe from the Saturday Club, or maybe a close Jewish friend (like the granddaughter who’s supposedly interviewing her) who would understand all the terms. The humor with which she speaks is contagious, and even though I read the book in the span of a day, I found myself walking around smiling even when I wasn’t reading it.

“You know, Ava, it’s good to be smart, but kindness is more important. Oh dear, another old-lady chestnut to stitch on a sampler. Or maybe one of those little throw pillows.”
~Addie Baum

There are too many ‘chestnuts’ to share them all, but The Boston Girl is pure magic if I’ve ever seen it. Even the sad and tragic things that happen to and around Addie provide important information that allows you to dig deeper into Addie’s story. This is one of those books that really was too good to put down, completely sucking me in. It’s so good that it might have even earned a spot on my all-time favorites list, something that rarely, if ever, happens.

HHC Rating: 5 Stars

My Thoughts on Depression

 

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It is often hypothesized that the Dementors in the Harry Potter series were meant to represent depression. The Patronus Charm, the manifestation in animal form of a witch or wizard’s happiest memories, was the only known spell capable of driving away and defeating them.

 

Depression is a weird thing. It comes and goes like a thief in the night. It can rob you of all happiness for no reason at all, and it can also pass in an instant. Worst of all it plays no favorites, yet it sneaks around, pretending it only has designs on your life. It makes you feel isolated. And afraid. Makes you doubt yourself, would have you believe you’re a burden on the people you hold most dear. It makes you feel unworthy. Of everything. It tries to lower your standards forcefully as if it knows better than you what you deserve, what you are capable of. It makes you feel as though, no matter what you do or who you are, everyone out there is better than you at everything you are phenomenal at. It takes your imagination and turns it on its head, shrouding it in a darkness so deep that your strongest hopes are only a ghost of a whisper.

Depression is the Devil’s strongest tool. When he can’t break up your relationships, when he can’t get you kicked out of school, when he can’t get that car to hit you as you jaywalk across that busy street, he sends depression and tries to convince you to destroy, and then eventually end, your life yourself.

I count those fighting depression amongst the strongest people I know. The Devil only sends depression to those who he can’t reach otherwise. Their faith, hope, love, grace, and will are too strong for him to beat down by normal means.

If you find yourself up against depression, keep fighting the good fight. I know you can’t see the end in sight because of the darkness, but believe when people remind you it is there. You know it is. You are stronger than you feel.

At this early point in my life, I already know people who have succumbed to what their depression asked of them. Please don’t become one of that number. You have a light in you, no matter how small, that is burning with a fierceness even depression cannot snuff out without your permission. Arm yourself with calmness, wisdom, patience, and courage, and keep defeating your darkness one battle at a time. The war will be long, but your army is stronger.

 

I wish you all peace, light, and blessings throughout this holiday season and the ensuing winter ahead that bears its own darkness we all must deal with.

Until Next Time,

Amanda

December Update – 2016 Goals Check-In

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Hello hello and welcome back to another update! Let’s jump right in.

Thanksgiving was wonderful, and having already given up on NaNoWriMo the day before, I was able to really relax and enjoy myself and the family that surrounded me. Black Friday in my house is Baking Friday, and my mom and I and whoever we are able to recruit, tackle our annual Christmas Cookies: Spritz, Sugar and Spice, Chocolate Chip, Chocolate Chocolate Chip, Russian Tea Cakes, Razzleberries, and more.

At the beginning of the week, I was lucky enough to be able to help out at my Alma Mater, which hosts a telethon every year for Big Brothers Big Sisters. You know, those things you flip past on community TV stations where local musicians, magicians, acting and dance schools perform their hearts out and a group of people tell you how important something is and conduct interviews while in the background people answer telephones to take donations? That. I love that. When I attended the school, I got involved initially for the extra credit, but quickly fell in love with the live broadcasting. Mostly because of the people involved, but going back to help out every year is one of my favorite things. When I lived in the area the past two years, I went back in the weeks leading up to the program because I was executive producing. Not being in the area this year meant I couldn’t do that, but I was able to be a floor director for the day, which was almost as much fun, and much less stressful.

I was also able to stop by and see my lovely ex-coworkers, which was really nice since usually I don’t get the chance to go back to places I’ve worked after I’ve left. Not for bad reasons, but I usually only leave jobs when I move. This time, however, I continue to have friends who live in that area, so I have multiple excuses to drive the hour down there when I’m at my parents and I don’t have to feel bad about using all of that gas because I’m combining the visits into one.

December has been moving along pretty smoothly. I’m only waiting on one more package to arrive, and I have three pictures frames that I need to buy before I’m completely done with my holiday shopping. thank goodness I did my shopping when I did, because I just got a call from the bank that my card needed to be shut off because of some company having a data breach (not my bank having the breach, thank goodness), so now I can’t do anymore shopping until my new card arrives, which won’t be for another week or so. Luckily I have cash for gas to get from MA to NJ for the holidays. This does mean that I can’t go out exploring the city’s Christmas displays though, which I wanted to a post about, because I can’t get any more money out of my account to use for subway tickets, which makes me sad. At the same time though, it’s saving me money, so I really shouldn’t be complaining.

That’s enough of that, let’s take a look at how I’m doing on my goals so far.

 

TOTY 24 Goals:
Write Every Day – Except for the book reviews I’ve done in the last month,  I haven’t written a thing. Well, that’s not really true. I made a brief foray into the distant recesses of my book series to hammer out some more plot ideas for my NaNo project from last year, but that was it. Really!

Apply to Full-Time Jobs – COMPLETED!

Apply to Grad School – I think I’m psyching myself out when it comes to this. I can’t even bring myself to pull up the essay requirements or contact my references to ask for letters. I really need to just buckle down and get it done. If I don’t get in, at least I will have tried. If I don’t try, then I fail by default, and I will never forgive myself if I do not try. This is something I really, really want to do, but I don’t know… I almost feel… unworthy? is that the word I’m looking for? I’ve never known what I wanted to do, and I’ve never been the best of the best at anything. I used to think that my calling in life would appear as something that only I could do, but I just don’t believe that anymore. I follow at least 15 travel bloggers on various platforms. If there was one person meant to do it, why would the others even bother? Clearly, someone out there is always going to be better than you. that’s the whole point. It drives you to be your best, rather than half-assing it because you know the people will come anyway. It’s supposed to be a bit of a struggle. If it was easy, it wouldn’t be interesting. Am I giving myself a pep-talk right here and now? Maybe. This whole grad school thing, even though it’s going to cost even more money, and take even more time when I could be working in the field already, is something I need to do for myself. I ‘m not the kind of person who can jump into a business field completely blind. I need to know how the industry works before I can go in and rock the socks off of any potential bosses. Publishing is the only idea that I’ve come back to again and again as a potential job. I’m really blabbering on and on about this, so maybe I should just make a separate post about why I want to go into publishing because this is going to take a while to explain.

 

December Goals:
Read 6 books: So far I’m at three! and working my way through at least two more that will be done by the end of the month. These are part fun reads, and also some prep for reviews coming out next month/year. So far I read Life and Death by Stephenie Meyer, which is the gender swapped retelling of Twilight in honor of that book’s 10th anniversary. I also read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: The Original Screenplay by J.K. Rowling, which I read in a day and it was phenomenal. I also saw the actual movie twice so far, and it’s something I just want to watch over and over again because I keep noticing new things! Last night I finished a romance, There’s Something in the Heir by Jenny Gardiner, which is the first book in her It’s Reigning Men series, and I am a sucker for punderful romance titles. You just know they’re going to be sweet and cheesy.

Write 5 reviews: I reviewed Life and Death as well as Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: The Original Screenplay, but Life and Death is just chilling in my reserve pile because I have many other things coming your way first!

Write 6 posts: I’m having some trouble downloading my photos from the phone to my PC, as my computer is probably about 6 years old now and I’m quite literally running out of storage space. I desperately need to buy an external hard drive (or, you know, just by a new computer). So I haven’t finished any of the posts I had planned about exploring the city, and those may all have to wait for the new year when I can put some cash towards one of the two solutions. Which of course also means this is the only post I’ve written all month. I have a few more ideas for end-of-the-year stuff, but it remains to be seen how much media I can fit on my computer in order to create something I like.

Write 10,000 words of the Everest Chronicles: Yeah… I’m definitely going to need this break to extend into January. My brain just can’t handle anything when Christmas is on my plate. I’ve been reading as much as humanly possible since I bailed on NaNoWriMo. I think I’ve read six books so far, and I’m in the middle of three more, but on the way out my reading slump I temporarily DNF’d (Did Not Finish) at least two others that I can think of. I love books.

Connect Blog(s) to a Facebook page: This is something I’d really like to be able to do, to have a single, combined feed, so you don’t have to jump back and forth between the two sites to find everything, because after a while that becomes tedious to say the least. Additionally, Facebook makes sharing things significantly easier, which would really up my exposure, which would be nice. I think.

Walk 20 miles: I set this goal at 2/3 of last month because of all the snow and ice and the like that are preventing me for putting my cousin in a stroller and hitting the trails. Still, I’m at about 17 miles thus far, and it’s only halfway through the month. A lot of this is due to the sheer number of stairs in my aunt and uncle’s house (we call it the stairmaster because all we do is walk up and down stairs all day), but anything that helps with fitness during the dead of winter is fine by me.

 

Books to read this month:
Unbroken – Laura Hillenbrand
Grace, Not Perfection – Emily Ley
Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand – Helen Simonson
Landline – Rainbow Rowell
Big Magic – Elizabeth Gilbert

Harry Potter and The Cursed Child – Parts 1 & 2 (Harry Potter, #8) – Jack Thorne, J.K. Rowling, and John Tiffany

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Source: Goodreads

Albus Severus Potter has just started at Hogwarts and is really feeling the length of Harry Potter’s shadow. Faced with never living up to his father’s legacy, he ignores his cousin’s advice and befriends Scorpius Malfoy, around whom many rumors swirl.

Harry James Potter, 19 years after the battle of Hogwarts, is still adjusting to his job at the Ministry of Magic, and learning through trial and error how to be a good father to James, Albus, and Lily when he has few father figures to look up to.

After much magical mayhem, it is up to our heroes to return the world to rights and hopefully live to see another day.

From the beginning, I was extremely scared to read this book. I know J.K. Rowling helped idealize the original story, and was on hand to keep things from getting crazy, but this play was not really built by Jo, and therefore, I was scared. It happens. I actually made my brother read it when I first got it just so I could make sure it wouldn’t ruin my life forever. He read it in two days and assured me I wasn’t walking into a trap. So I read it, even though I felt as if I was going to have a heart attack just thinking about it. I just want you to know, I was wrong, and it’s great. But let me start at the beginning.

It’s been a long journey here. I just finished rereading the original seven books for the first time since Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out in 2007. It was rough, and I relived all of the deaths and the hopes and dreams of the millions of people who’ve read and loved this series. When I closed the last book, I picked up this one almost immediately. I’ve had it on standby since it came out.

The first act was rough. Extremely rough. It picks up at the same place the epilogue to Deathly Hallows does, but it changes some of the wording, which rather annoyed me. Beyond that, in the first act, no one felt like themselves. It was all a bit uncomfortable, as if new people were stepping into the skins of our beloved characters and had to stretch them out to make them fit more comfortably. Thankfully everyone became much more themselves in the following three acts. A bit of warning, though, don’t stop reading at the end of the first act. I was actually so pissed off at what was happening that I put the book down for nearly a MONTH, and I almost didn’t pick it back up again. But I am so glad that I did.

Act two was much better, and everyone started acting normally again. Huzzah! I started to see where the storyline was going, and everything became significantly less cringe-worthy. Also, the cliffhanger is pretty marvelous. I did not expect this play to get that colorful, but this…this is some great stuff right here. And the fact that Part One ends there, and if you didn’t buy tickets for Part Two you are just screwed is just bloody brilliant on Jack’s part. (Can I get a round of applause for Jack Thorne please?)

Act three. We pick up a few days after the end of act two, and it’s still pretty awesome. The plot twists! SO FREAKING AMAZING. Somehow, I did not see it coming. I’m an idiot sometimes. I had to stop at the end of act three because I was babysitting and the baby woke up, but I was dying to read act four.

Seriously, act four was super action packed, and super heartfelt, and just ALL OF THE FEELINGS. So, SO good. Did I mention how glad I am that I picked this up again? I was so beyond worried that everyone was going to stay wonky that I didn’t want to finish it and then they all went and became awesome and saved the world again. However, I’m still not 100% sure who the cursed child is supposed to be, nor do I completely understand how the cover art plays into the storyline. But who cares, it’s magical and intriguing and exactly what I should have expected from J.K. Rowling. I am sorry I ever doubted you, Joanne. It won’t happen again.

If act one hadn’t been so weird, I would probably give this book 4 stars, but alas, act one kind of, well, it sucked. The other three acts more than make up for it, though, so I tried not to penalize it too badly. Also, and I understand it would have been way too much work to include them all, but I really missed many of my favorite secondary characters, and I wanted to know more about Ginny’s life outside of being a wife and mother. So, no five stars for you. Sorry.

HHC Rating: 3 Stars

Other reviews in this series:
Book #1 – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
Book #2 – Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Book #3 – Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Book #4 – Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Book #5 – Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Book #6 – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Book #7 – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Fantastic Beasts #1 – Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: The Original Screenplay

Only Beloved (The Survivors' Club, #7) – Mary Balogh

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George, Duke of Stanbrook and the figurehead of the self-styled Survivors’ Club, is feeling lonely. All of his compatriots have found love and are building their lives back up. He worries that they won’t need him anymore and he’ll live alone at Penderris Hall for eternity. Then he lights upon an idea that could change everything.

Dora Debbins is perfectly happy being a small town music teacher. An established spinster, she finds joy in teaching the young of Inglebrook as well as Lord and Lady Darleigh the fine art of music. She gardens, and when her sister lived with her, would enjoy chatting and drinking tea on a rainy afternoon. Now that her sister has married, Dora feels lonely, and her mind keeps wandering back to the gentleman she met around the same time her sister met her now husband. It could never be, but a little daydreaming never hurt anyone. That is until her daydreams suddenly become reality and Dora is thrust into a marriage she never expected and a world she never imagined.

George and Dora! I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been wishing and hoping they would get together ever since book four when we met her. Dora is just too sweet for words, and I am simply elated that George is going to try and be happy again.

Bullheadedness aside, George got super complex in this book. Like woah. And there are so many plot twists. No one saw those coming. No. One. This book actually becomes quite dark in places. Much darker than the previous books. Dora’s lightness of personality becomes a metaphorical guiding light to George, who is stuck in this dark place of misery. It all feels terribly serious while you’re reading it. Tissues probably needed.

I’m incredibly sad that this series is ending, but also extremely excited for whatever Mary Balogh writes next. This book not only serves as George’s story, but it also wraps up the previous six stories. THERE’S EVEN AN EPILOGUE. I CRIED. HAPPY. TEARS. It’s beautiful. This is how a good book series should end.

HHC Rating: 5 stars

Other reviews in this series:
Book #1 – The Proposal
Book #2 – The Arrangement
Book #3 – The Escape
Book #4 – Only Enchanting
Book #5 – Only A Promise
Book #6 – Only A Kiss

NaNoWriMo Update #4 and Wrap-up – Week of November 22-30

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This week. Oh boy. It was a fun one! and by fun I mean miserable and yet liberating all at the same time. Yes, that’s an odd sentiment for me to have about the end of NaNoWriMo 2016. Did I win? Nope. Did I get close? No way. Did I learn anything? TONS.

NaNoWriMo for me is not just about ‘winning’, it’s about practicing the discipline of writing. I wrote a solid 25,000 words this month, not to mention the book reviews I’ve caught up on writing in this week after I threw in the imaginary NaNo towel of defeat. So I didn’t hit 50,000 words. Last year I wrote a total of 4,500. This year I wrote more than 5x that. I call that a win in my book, and since it’s my life, my scorebook is the only book that matters, right? Right.

The week started off rough. I had driven home for the weekend for Thanksgiving, and I was spending the whole week there. Little did I realize how good I have it in Boston. My parents’ house is much darker than I remember it (60-year old houses don’t really have recess lighting), and since I was working at the dining room table, I wasn’t feeding the woodstove regularly, which meant I was basically always cold. Not ideal working conditions.

Beyond that, I finally had a breakthrough with the scene I was writing, but the cold and the dark sapped my energy, to the point where it was quite a struggle to hit the 25,000 word count mark. And that’s with my scrapped scene still included, by the way. Still, I can’t blame my failure purely on lack of warmth, light, or discipline. They all contributed in some way, but I was also missing something else. I was spending so much time writing that I hadn’t left myself any time for reading. My imagination thrives on reading. I had tried to cut out as much of my reading as possible because I didn’t want to distract or influence myself from or about my story in any way, but this led to one of my least favorite things in the world: a reading slump. Which quickly became a writing slump, and then the Thanksgiving holiday (and my entire family being home) enabled me to put off writing again and again until I was back in Boston, where I looked at my computer and felt, well, nothing.

There was no spark left. The reading slump (and very probably some hormones as well) had taken all my inspiration from me, and I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Instead, I admitted that I needed a vacation from writing (probably until January) because my family is super important to me, and the holidays are just too insane to get any reading done and still write.

I threw myself into finding things that inspire me all over again, but I also let myself cry. I cried watching the Gilmore Girls revival. I cried finishing Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (review coming December 13th). I cried watching Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (twice. I saw it twice. review coming January 2017.) I cried reading The Boston Girl in a single day (review coming December 20th). Like I said, I needed to cry. Crying is extremely cathartic. And, now that I’m caught up on my reviews (I actually finished writing my last reviews for the year yesterday!), and I’m back on a regular reading schedule, I’m feeling much more myself, but I still haven’t found my spark. Hopefully, it will come back sometime in the next month or so, but if I have to put off working on The Everest Chronicles a little longer, I’m okay with that. I’ve had a lot of ups and downs with this book in the last 12 years. What harm is there in another few months?

So, no NaNoWriMo win for me, but I am 25,000 words closer to having a complete first draft! Woohoo! I’m pumped to see where my story ends up taking my characters. I have the main plot outlined, but the in between bits keep running off in new directions, and it’s exciting! If you want to know what I was up to during the last week, check out my notes below.

(Day) Day # – Goal/Actual Word count (Daily word count) (ahead/behind)

(Tuesday) Day 22 – 36666/24044 (250) (-12622)
Having been gone for a month, I made a point of driving over an hour to meet a friend for lunch and then head over to the bridal shop to visit my old coworkers. It was a slow day, and everyone who was there was pretty psyched to see me, so it was a very nice visit. 🙂
(Wednesday) Day 23 – 38333/ 25347 (1303) (-12986)
My sisters arrived home for the holiday Tuesday night, so Wednesday was dedicated to hanging out with them. I also had to drive my dad to the dealership because his truck was acting up. But I did find time in the afternoon to sit down and pound out some words. I’m beyond excited that I hit 25000! Those last 5000 words were the hardest part of the entire month for me, but I made it. I can’t say that I knew I was going to give up here, but I had had a pretty good feeling I was going to quit at 25k for the last few days. I just wouldn’t allow myself to give up before I got there.
(Thursday) Day 24 – 40000/ 25347 (0) (-14653)
Thanksgiving was amazing. On my dad’s side, the biggest family holidays are Thanksgiving and Memorial Day. Every other holiday you have no idea who;s going to show up, but on those two days just about everyone is there. This year, of the 38 of us, we were missing only six, and that includes the newlyweds, the one working in LA, and the group who went to Cali to visit the other side of their family.
(Friday) Day 25 – 41666/25347 (0) (-16319)
Black Friday at my house doesn’t mean shopping until you drop. It’s all about baking. We baked 33 dozen cookies in under six hours this year. We have six or seven different kinds of cookies that we’ve perfected recipes for over the years, though we’ve only made three kinds this year so far. While it’s just me and my mom and whatever friends I can recruit doing the baking now, it used to be my great-grandmother, my grandmother, my mother, my aunt, me, and my siblings. Baking day has always been my favorite. We also went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Yay!
(Saturday) Day 26 – 43333/25347 (0) (-17986)
I spent the day leisurely driving back up to Boston, but I made a point of stopping to visit my friend from highschool who lives in Connecticut. She was my first ever best friend, and while we’ve been friends for TEN YEARS now, I still hardly ever get to see her. Hopefully, with my travellig back and forth from NJ to MA now, I’ll get to see her a lot more!
(Sunday) Day 27 – 45000/25347 (0) (-19653)
I think I spent the entire day watching Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life. Wait, yes. I did. It’s six hours long, and I needed to take breaks to breathe. I also found a church to go to in the area! Hooray!
(Monday) Day 28 – 46666/25347 (0) (-21319)
After crying through Gilmore Girls, I thought I couldn’t make my face look worse by finishing Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I was wrong, but it was worth it!
(Tuesday) Day 29 – 48333/25347 (0) (-22986)
I may have the read The Boston Girl in one day, and it might need to be added to my list of favorite books of all time.
(Wednesday) Day 30 – 50000/25347 (0) (-24653)
I decided to take a rest day. I wrote this post, and did a lot of ‘End of NaNoWriMo Processing’. I accomplished a lot this year, and I am super proud of myself. Even though I didn’t win, I think I deserve a T-shirt and a mug. Also the theme this year for NaNoWriMo was/is pretty awesome.

I’m not giving up in any way, shape, or form, but I do need to do some work to get my spark back. Don’t worry, I’ve lost the spark many times before and it always returns. In the mean time, I’m looking forward to diving into my reading list for next year to try and get ahead on my reviews. That way, when inspiration does strike, I’ll be ready for it, and I’ll have time to devote to writing without getting too far behind on my reading. Here’s to another amazing year of being surrounded by and creating works of art with words.

Until Next Time,

~Amanda