[SNEAK PEEK] THE SELECTION

THE SELECTION By Kiera Cass

WHEN WE GOT THE LETTER in the post, my mother was ecstatic. She had already decided that all our problems were solved, gone forever. The big hitch in her brilliant plan was me. I didn’t think I was a particularly disobedient daughter, but this was where I drew the line.

I didn’t want to be royalty. And I didn’t want to be a One. I didn’t even want to try.

I hid in my room, the only place to avoid the chattering of our full house, trying to come up with an argument that would sway her. So far, I had a solid collection of my honest opinions. . . I didn’t think there was a single one she would listen to.

I couldn’t avoid her much longer. It was approaching dinnertime, and as the oldest child left in the house, cooking duties fell on me. I pulled myself out of bed and walked into the snake pit.

I got a glare from Mom but no words.

We did a silent dance through the kitchen and dining room as we prepared chicken, pasta, and apple slices, and set the table for five. If I glanced up from a task, she’d fix me with a fierce look as if she could shame me into wanting the same things she did. She tried that every so often. Like if I didn’t want to take on a particular job because I knew the family hosting us was unnecessarily rude. Or if she wanted me to do a massive cleaning when we couldn’t afford to have a Six come and help.

Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. And this was one area where I was unswayable.

She couldn’t stand it when I was stubborn. But I got that from her, so she shouldn’t have been surprised. This wasn’t just about me, though. Mom had been tense lately. The summer was ending, and soon we’d be faced with cold. And worry.

Mom set down the pitcher of tea in the center of the table with an angry thud. My mouth watered at the thought of tea with lemon. But I would have to wait; it would be such a waste to have my glass now and then have to drink water with my meal.

“Would it kill you to fill out the form?” she said, no longer able to contain herself. “The Selection could be a wonderful opportunity for you, for all of us.”

I sighed aloud, thinking that filling out that form might actually be something close to death.

It was no secret that the rebels—the underground colonies that hated Illéa, our large and comparatively young country—made their attacks on the palace both violent and frequent. We’d seen them in action in Carolina before. One of the magistrates’ houses was burned to the ground, and a handful of Twos had their cars vandalized. There was even a magnificent jailbreak once, but considering they only released a teenage girl who’d managed to get herself pregnant and a Seven who was a father to nine, I couldn’t help thinking they were in the right that time.

But beyond the potential danger, I felt like it would hurt my heart to even consider the Selection. I couldn’t help smiling as I thought about all the reasons I had to stay exactly where I was.

“These last few years have been very hard on your father,” she hissed. “If you have any compassion at all, you might think of him.”

Dad. Yeah. I really did want to help Dad. And May and Gerad. And, I supposed, even my mother. When she talked about it that way, there was nothing to smile about. Things had been strained around here for far too long. I wondered if Dad would see this as a way back to normal, if any amount of money could make things better.

It wasn’t that our situation was so precarious that we were living in fear of survival or anything. We weren’t destitute. But I guess we weren’t that far off either.

Our caste was just three away from the bottom. We were artists. And artists and classical musicians were only three steps up from dirt. Literally. Our money was stretched as tight as a high wire, and our income was highly dependent on the changing seasons.

I remembered reading in a timeworn history book that all the major holidays used to be cramped into the winter months. Something called Halloween followed by Thanksgiving, then Christmas and New Year’s. All back to back.

Christmas was still the same. It’s not like you could change the birth date of a deity. But when Illéa made the massive peace treaty with China, the New Year came in January or February, depending on the moon. All the individual celebrations of thankfulness and independence from our part of the world were now simply the Grateful Feast. That came in the summer. It was a time to celebrate the forming of Illéa, to rejoice in the fact that we were still here.

I didn’t know what Halloween was. It never resurfaced.

So at least three times a year, the whole family would be fully employed. Dad and May would make their art, and patrons would purchase them as gifts. Mom and I would perform at parties—me singing and her on piano—not turning down a single job if we could manage it. When I was younger, performing in front of an audience terrified me. But now I just tried to equate myself to background music. That’s what we were in the eyes of our employers: meant to be heard and not seen.

Gerad hadn’t found his talent yet. But he was only seven. He still had a little time.

Soon the leaves would change, and our tiny world would be unsteady again. Five mouths but only four workers. No guarantees of employment until Christmastime.

When I thought of it that way, the Selection seemed like a rope, something sure I could grab onto. That stupid letter could lift me out of the darkness, and I could pull my family along with me.

I looked over at my mother. For a Five, she was a little on the heavy side, which was odd. She wasn’t a glutton, and it’s not like we had anything to overeat anyway. Perhaps that’s just the way a body looks after five children. Her hair was red, like mine, but full of brilliant white streaks. Those had appeared suddenly and in abundance about two years ago. Lines creased the corners of her eyes, though she was still pretty young, and I could see as she moved around the kitchen that she was hunched over as if an invisible weight rested on her shoulders.

I knew she had a lot to carry. And I knew that was why she had taken to being particularly manipulative with me. We fought enough without the extra strain, but as the empty fall quietly approached, she became much more irritable. I knew she thought I was being unreasonable now, to not even want to fill out a silly little form.

But there were things—important things—in this world that I loved. And that piece of paper seemed like a brick wall keeping me away from what I wanted. Maybe what I wanted was stupid. Maybe it wasn’t even something I could have. But still, it was mine. I didn’t think I could sacrifice my dreams, no matter how much my family meant to me. Besides, I had given them so much already.

I was the oldest one left now that Kenna was married and Kota was gone, and I did my best to contribute. We scheduled my homeschooling around my rehearsals, which took up most of the day since I was trying to master several instruments as well as singing.

But with the letter here, none of my work mattered anymore. In my mom’s mind, I was already queen.

If I was smart, I would have hidden that stupid notice before Dad, May, and Gerad came in. But I didn’t know Mom had it tucked away in her clothes, and mid-meal she pulled it out.

“‘To the House of Singer,’” she sang out.

I tried to swipe it away, but she was too quick for me. They would find out sooner or later anyway, but if she did it like this, they’d all be on her side.

“Mom, please!” I pleaded.

“I want to hear!” May squealed. That was no surprise. My little sister looked just like me, only on a three-year delay. But where our looks were practically identical, our personalities were anything but. Unlike me, she was outgoing and hopeful. And currently very boy crazy. This whole thing would seem incredibly romantic to her.

I felt myself blush. Dad listened intently, and May was practically bouncing with joy. Gerad, sweet little thing, he just kept eating. Mother cleared her throat and went on.

“‘The recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages of sixteen and twenty currently resides in your home. We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa.’”

May squealed again and grabbed my wrist. “That’s you!”

“I know, you little monkey. Stop before you break my arm.” But she just held my hand and bounced some more.

“‘Our beloved prince, Maxon Schreave,’” Mom continued, “‘is coming of age this month. As he ventures into this new part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa. If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Prince Maxon and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince.

“‘Participants will be housed at the lovely Illéa Palace in Angeles for the duration of their stay. The families of each participant will be generously compensated’”—she drew out the words for effect—“‘for their service to the royal family.’”

I rolled my eyes as she went on. This was the way they did it with sons. Princesses born into the royal family were sold off into marriage in an attempt to solidify our young relations with other countries. I understood why it was done—we needed allies. But I didn’t like it. I hadn’t had to see such a thing, and I hoped I never would. The royal family hadn’t produced a princess in three generations. Princes, however, married women of the people to keep up the morale of our sometimes volatile nation. I think the Selection was meant to draw us together and remind everyone that Illéa itself was born out of next to nothing.

The idea of being entered into a contest for the whole country to watch as this stuck-up little wimp picked the most gorgeous and shallow one of the bunch to be the silent, pretty face that stood beside him on TV . . . it was enough to make me scream. Could anything be more humiliating?

Besides, I’d been in the homes of enough Twos and Threes to be sure I never wanted to live among them, let alone be a One. Except for the times when we were hungry, I was quite content to be a Five. Mom was the caste climber, not me.

“And of course he would love America! She’s so beautiful,” Mom swooned.

“Please, Mom. If anything, I’m average.”

“You are not!” May said. “Because I look just like you, and I’m pretty!” Her smile was so wide, I couldn’t contain my laughter. And it was a good point. Because May really was beautiful.

It was more than her face, though, more than her winning smile and bright eyes. May radiated an energy, an enthusiasm that made you want to be wherever she was. May was magnetic, and I, honestly, wasn’t.

“Gerad, what do you think? Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked.

All eyes fell on the youngest member of our family.

“No! Girls are gross!”

“Gerad, please.” Mom gave an exasperated sigh, but her heart wasn’t in it. He was hard to get upset with. “America, you must know you’re a very lovely girl.”

“If I’m so lovely, how come no one ever comes by to ask me out?”

“Oh, they come by, but I shoo them away. My girls are too pretty to marry Fives. Kenna got a Four, and I’m sure you can do even better.” Mom took a sip of her tea.

“His name is James. Stop calling him a number. And since when do boys come by?” I heard my voice getting higher and higher.

“A while,” Dad said, making his first comment on all of this. His voice had a hint of sorrow to it, and he was staring decidedly at his cup. I was trying to figure out what upset him so much. Boys coming by? Mom and me arguing again? The idea of me not entering the contest? How far away I’d be if I did?

His eyes came up for the briefest of moments, and I suddenly understood. He didn’t want to ask this of me. He wouldn’t want me to go. But he couldn’t deny the benefits if I managed to make it in, even for a day.

“America, be reasonable,” Mom said. “We have to be the only parents in the country trying to talk our daughter into this. Think of the opportunity! You could be queen one day!”

“Mom. Even if I wanted to be queen, which I thoroughly don’t, there are thousands of other girls in the province entering this thing. Thousands. And if I somehow was drawn, there would still be thirty-four other girls there, no doubt much better at seduction than I could ever pretend to be.”

Gerad’s ears perked up. “What’s seduction?”

“Nothing,” we all chorused back.

“It’s ridiculous to think that, with all of that, I’d somehow manage to win,” I finished.

My mother pushed her chair out as she stood and leaned across the table toward me. “Someone is going to, America. You have as good a chance as anyone else.” She threw her napkin down and went to leave. “Gerad, when you finish, it’s time for your bath.”

He groaned.

May ate in silence. Gerad asked for seconds, but there weren’t any. When they got up, I started clearing the table while Dad sat there sipping his tea. He had paint in his hair again, a smattering of yellow that made me smile. He stood, brushing crumbs off his shirt.

“Sorry, Dad,” I murmured as I picked up plates.

“Don’t be silly, kitten. I’m not mad.” He smiled easily and put an arm around me.

“I just. . .”

“You don’t have to explain it to me, honey. I know.” He kissed me on my forehead. “I’m going back to work.”

And with that I moved to the kitchen to start cleaning. I wrapped my mostly untouched plate under a napkin and hid it in the fridge. No one else left more than crumbs.

I sighed, heading to my room to get ready for bed. The whole thing was infuriating.

Why did Mom have to push me so much? Wasn’t she happy? Didn’t she love Dad? Why wasn’t this good enough for her?

I lay on my lumpy mattress, trying to wrap my head around the Selection. I guess it had its advantages. It would be nice to eat well for a while at least. But there was no reason to bother. I wasn’t going to fall in love with Prince Maxon. From what I’d seen on the Illéa Capital Report, I wouldn’t even like the guy.

****

WHEN I WOKE THE NEXT MORNING, my eyelids felt heavy. As I rubbed the tiny ache out of them, I felt glad that I’d told Maxon everything. It seemed so funny that the palace—the beautiful cage—was the one place I could actually let myself be open about everything I’d been feeling.

Maxon’s promise settled in during the night, and I felt sure that I’d be safe here. This whole process of Maxon whittling down thirty-five women to one was going to take weeks, maybe months. Time and space were just what I needed. I couldn’t be sure I’d ever get over Aspen. I’d heard my mom talk about your first love being the one that sticks with you. But maybe I’d be able to just feel normal sooner rather than later with this time in between us.

My maids didn’t ask about my puffy eyes, they just made them less swollen. They didn’t question my mess of hair, they just smoothed it. And I appreciated that. It wasn’t like home, where everyone saw that I was sad and didn’t do anything about it. Here I could feel that they were all worried about me and whatever it was I was going through. In response they handled me with extreme care.

By midmorning I was ready to start my day. It was Saturday, so there was no routine or schedule, but it was the one day a week we were all required to stay in the Women’s Room. The palace saw guests on Saturdays, and we had been warned that people might want to meet us. I wasn’t too excited about it, but at least I got to wear my new jeans for the first time. Of course, they were the best-fitting pair of pants I’d ever owned. I hoped that since Maxon and I were on such good terms, he’d let me keep them after I left.

I went downstairs slowly, a little tired from a late night. Before I even got to the Women’s Room, I heard the buzz of talking girls, and when I walked in, Marlee grabbed me and pulled me toward two chairs in the back of the room.

“There you are! I’ve been waiting for you,” she said.

“Sorry, Marlee. I had a long night and slept in.”

She turned to look at me, probably noting the leftover sadness in my voice, but sweetly decided to focus on my jeans. “Those look fantastic.”

“I know. I’ve never felt anything like them.” My voice lifted a bit. I decided to go back to my old rule: Aspen wasn’t allowed here. I pushed him away and focused on my second-favorite person in the palace. “Sorry to keep you waiting. What did you want to talk about?”

Marlee hesitated. She bit her lip as we sat down. There was no one else around. She must have a secret.

“Actually, now that I think of it, maybe I shouldn’t tell you. Sometimes I forget that we’re competing against each other.”

Oh. She had secrets of the Maxon variety. This I had to hear.

“I know just how you feel, Marlee. I think we could become really close friends. I can’t bring myself to think of you as an enemy, you know?”

“Yeah. I think you’re so sweet. And the people love you. I mean, you’re probably going to win….” She seemed a little defeated at the idea.

I had to will myself not to wince or laugh at those words.

“Marlee, can I tell you a secret?” My voice was full of gentle truth. I hoped she would believe my words.

“Of course, America. Anything.”

“I don’t know who will win this whole thing. Really, it could be anyone in this room. I guess everyone thinks that it’ll be them, but I already know that if it can’t be me, I’d want it to be you. You seem generous and fair. I think you’d be a great princess. Honestly.” It was almost all the truth.

“I think you’re smart and personable,” she whispered. “You’d be great, too.”

I bowed my head. It was sweet of her to think so highly of me. I felt a bit uncomfortable when people talked about me that way, though. . . May, Kenna, my maids . . . it was hard to believe how many people thought I’d be a good princess. Was I the only one who saw how flawed I was? I was unrefined. I didn’t have it in me to be bossy or overly organized. I was selfish and had a horrible temper, and I didn’t like being in front of people. And I wasn’t brave. You had to be brave to take this job. And that’s what this was. Not just a marriage, but a position.

“I feel that way about a lot of the girls,” she confessed. “Like everyone has some quality that I don’t that would make them better than me.”

“That’s the thing, Marlee. You could probably find something special about everyone in this room. But who knows exactly what Maxon is looking for?”

She shook her head.

“So let’s not worry about that. You can tell me anything you want to. I’ll keep your secrets if you keep mine. I’ll pull for you, and if you want to, you can pull for me. It’s nice to have friends here.”

She smiled, then looked around the room, checking to make sure no one could hear us.

“Maxon and I had our date,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” I asked. I knew I seemed overly eager, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know if he’d managed to be any less stiff around her. And I wanted to know if he liked her.

“He sent a letter to my maids and asked if he could see me on Thursday.” I smiled as Marlee spoke and thought of how the day before he’d done that, Maxon and I had decided to eliminate those formalities. “I sent one back saying yes, of course, like I’d ever turn him down! He came to get me, and we walked around the palace. We got to talking about movies, and it turns out we like a bunch of the same ones. So we went downstairs to the basement. Have you seen the movie theater down there?”

“No.” I’d never actually been in a movie theater, and I couldn’t wait for her to describe it.

“Oh, it’s perfect! The seats are wide and they recline and you can even pop some popcorn—they have a popper. Maxon stood there and made a batch just for us! It was so cute, America. He measured the oil wrong and the first batch burned. He had to call someone to come and clean it up and try again.”

I rolled my eyes. Smooth, Maxon, real smooth. At least Marlee seemed to think it was endearing.

“So we watched the movie, and when we got to the romantic part at the end, he held my hand! I thought I’d faint. I mean, I’d taken his arm when we walked, but that’s just what you’re supposed to do. Here he was taking my hand….” She sighed and fell back into her chair.

I giggled out loud. She looked completely smitten. Yes, yes, yes!

“I can’t wait for him to visit me again. He’s just so handsome, don’t you think?” she asked.

I paused. “Yeah, he’s cute.”

“Come on, America! You have to have noticed those eyes and his voice….”

“Except when he laughs!” Just remembering Maxon’s laugh had me grinning. It was cute but awkward. He pushed his breaths out, and then made a jagged noise when he inhaled, almost like another laugh in itself.

“Yes, okay, he does have a funny laugh, but it’s cute.”

“Sure, if you like the lovable sound of an asthma attack in your ear every time you tell a joke.”

Marlee lost it and doubled over in laughter.

“All right, all right,” she said, coming up for air. “You have to think there’s something attractive about him.”

I opened my mouth and shut it two or three times. I was tempted to take another jab at Maxon, but I didn’t want Marlee to see him in a negative light. So I thought about it.

What was attractive about Maxon?

“Well, when he lets his guard down, he’s okay. Like when he just talks without checking his words or you catch him just looking at something like . . . like he’s really looking for the beauty in it.”

Marlee smiled, and I knew she’d seen that in him, too.

“And I like that he seems genuinely involved when he’s there, you know? Like even though he’s got a country to run and a thousand things to do, it’s like he forgets it all when he’s with you. He just dedicates himself to what’s right in front of him. I like that.

“And . . . well, don’t tell anyone this, but his arms. I like his arms.”

I blushed at the end. Stupid . . . why hadn’t I just stuck to the general good things about his personality? Luckily, Marlee was happy to pick up the conversation.

“Yes! You can really feel them under those thick suits, can’t you? He must be incredibly strong,” Marlee gushed.

“I wonder why. I mean, what’s the point of him being that strong? He does deskwork. It’s weird.”

“Maybe he likes to flex in front of the mirror,” Marlee said, making a face and flexing her own tiny arms.

“Ha, ha! I bet that’s it. I dare you to ask him!”

“No way!”

It sounded like Marlee had had a great time. I wondered why Maxon seemed so reluctant to mention that last night. Based on his reaction, it seemed like they hadn’t been together at all. Maybe he was shy?

I looked around the room and saw that more than half the girls seemed tense or unhappy. Janelle, Emmica, and Zoe were listening intently to something Kriss was saying. Kriss was smiling and animated, but Janelle’s face was tight with worry, and Zoe was biting her nails. Emmica was absently kneading a spot just below her ear, as if she was in pain. Beside them the mismatched pair of Celeste and Anna sat having another intense discussion. True to her usual form, Celeste looked incredibly smug as she spoke. Marlee noted my staring and clarified what was happening.

“The grumpy ones are the girls he hasn’t been out with yet. He told me I was his second date on Thursday alone. He’s trying to spend time with everyone.”

“Really? You think that’s it?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at you and me. We’re fine, and it’s because he’s seen us both one-on-one. We know he liked us enough to see us and not kick us out right afterward. It’s getting around who he’s spent time with and who he hasn’t. They’re worried he’s waiting on them because he isn’t interested, and that once he does see them, he’ll just let them go.”

Why hadn’t he told me any of this? Weren’t we friends? A friend would talk about this. He’d seen at least a dozen girls based on their smiles. We’d spent the better part of the evening together last night, and all he did was make me cry. What kind of friend held those kinds of secrets while making me spill all my own?

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[REVIEW] KIMCHI & CALAMARI

KIMCHI & CALAMARI BY ROSE KENT
Kimchi and calamari. It sounds like a quirky food fusion of Korean and Italian cuisine, and its exactly how Joseph Calderaro feels about himself. Why wouldnt an adopted Korean drummer—comic book junkie feel like a combo platter given:(1) his face in the mirror (2) his proud Italian family. And now Joseph has to write an essay about his ancestors for social studies. All he knows is that his birth family shipped his diapered butt on a plane to the USA. End of story. But what he writes leads to a catastrophe messier than a table of shattered dishes—and self-discovery that Joseph never could have imagined.

This book was truly stunning.

The thing that at first pulled in me to the book is the way that Joseph is Korean. I lived in Korea amid my senior year of secondary school, and Cherished it… what’s more, I appreciate any positive references to Korean culture, dialect, sustenance, and so on. I cherished that he was from Busan, which is truly near where I lived when I was there.

So the start of the story is basically: Joseph, a Korean kid, is received as an infant by an Italian-American family. He’s raised really Italian… eating pasta three times each week (in his words)… with the huge more distant family, and dab, spot, dab. And after that his eighth grade English educator gives his class a task to compose a 1500-word paper about their family line. So he resembles, “Uhhh… I’m received! I don’t know ANYTHING about my Korean legacy!” So he goes on a kind of social and familial investigation, supported by his closest companion (a web master) and another Korean family who simply moved into the territory.

I don’t realize what it resembles to be received or to be… sandwiched between two exceptionally solid societies (I’ve recently got the one in number culture, myself), yet I figure the writer made a truly extraordinary showing with regards to of composing Joseph’s story in a way that enabled me to venture into his shoes for a little time. It was an extremely intriguing and interesting background that I’m happy I could have!

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[REVIEW] SO INN LOVE

SO INN LOVE BY CATHERINE CLARK

Reservations? Yes. A couple. Like: Is Hayden really as interested in me as I am in him? And is my roommate right—should I beware of hookups? Confirmation? Doubtful. Oh, Im sorry, I thought you said commitment. Special Requests? Let me get through this summer without being fired and heartbroken. Let me fall in love this summer. Let me be part of the inn crowd.


Liza takes a summer job at the Tides Inn to make some money, get a tan on the hotel’s private beach, and find true love.

When she arrives at the Inn to report for duty things, as expected, do not go as planned.

Instead of working as a front desk clerk she ends up on the housecleaning crew. The dorm that the employees stay in is not nearly as nice as she had hoped. And her former friend that she knew from vacationing in the area with her family acts like Liza is a dead bug on the bottom of her shoe.

SO INN LOVE is a cute summer read, although at times predictable and it seems to have an abrupt ending. It’s a great book to read while lying in the sun, though!

The back covers of these books don’t reveal much about the plot so here’s the basic storyline. The main character Liza is working at an exclusive hotel in Rhode Island for the summer along with a group of other kids around her age, including a guy she really likes. I wasn’t wild about the love interest in this one. I never really warmed to him as a character and I thought he was more of a jerk than anything. Liza was okay, but she was really unreliable in her job and kind of lazy. She seemed to care more about hot guys than doing her work. The plot was more about the romance than anything else. It was a light, fluffy read, but nothing more than that. I did like that it was set in Rhode Island (one of my favorite places) though.

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[REVIEW] 26 DAYS – A LOVE STORY

26 DAYS – A LOVE STORY BY MICHAEL STAFFORD

Cynthia Thornton is the CEO of a world-wide cosmetics company. At age 40, her 10 figure income provides her with luxury few people enjoy and she is entrenched in her New York City lifestyle. She manages a mega-company with 28,000 employees, yet she can’t manage her own life. Her world is small and the happiness she seeks continually eludes her. Nicholas Legitt is a best-selling, Pulitzer Prize winning author who lives in a small town in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. At heart, he is a mountain man. He and Cynthia meet at a fundraising event. Their friendship creeps along until it escalates into an off-again, on-again relationship that is rife with acrimony. Cindy has a very troublesome characteristic that makes sustaining a relationship impossible. Jill McDonald had lived her entire life in the same, small Colorado town as Nick. She and Nick had a torrid relationship that began in high school and continued for over four years. Her life moved on after the parted but she never lost the love she had for her high school sweetheart. Now that his relationship with Cynthia was behind him, Nick was free to pursue his former lover and they revived a love that never faded. The characters are as real as the people you know and they will become your friends. But a word of caution. Don’t jump to conclusions. Things are not always as they seem. So how does the story end? Do they each find happiness in their own way? Does each one live happily ever after? The answers are in the story. Please note. 26 Hours is intended for mature readers. It contains adult language and adult themes that are secondary to the plot. The story is driven by its plot, not by its sexual content.


Bestselling author Nick Legitt finds himself seated next to glamorous and intriguing Cynthia at a fundraiser for his long-time friend, Peter. Amid the glitz and opulence of the New York City Plaza hotel, the two are drawn to one another, making it even more surprising for Nick when Cynthia immediately dismisses him at the end of the evening. 26 Days: A Love Story by Michael Stafford travels from the exciting energy of Cynthia’s New York home and high pressure career as a CEO to the beauty and quiet of Nick’s Colorado town and calm life with his dog, Gloria. As the two embark on a tumultuous long distance friendship, the reader learns more about Cindy’s tragic past and unusual reaction to it. With each move towards closeness, Nick is met with rampant outbursts that emerge from Cindy’s personality at the slightest provocation. But soon, Cindy comes to trust Nick’s honest character and confides in him the story of her poignant and agonising past. Working together, Nick embraces Cindy, providing her with her first trusted male friendship as they enjoy exploring cities and each other. Soon, their mutual admiration turns to something more as they both experience feelings they have never encountered before. But will their long distance relationship, distinctive personalities, and turbulent pasts create a barrier to lifetime happiness?

Michael Stafford’s 26 Days: A Love Story is an up and down ride of the relationship between Cindy and Nick. Nick’s character is slow moving and patient as he helps Cindy work through her demons, making him a most endearing character. Cindy’s battles and subsequent life decisions are very intriguing, providing an unexpected edge from traditional female leads. Stafford does a fabulous job depicting both the physical setting and emotional ties to the locations defined in the book. From New York city to the Colorado Mountains to the cowboy dancing night clubs of Dallas, the reader comes along with Nick and Cindy for their ride as they both work to leave their pasts behind and take a leap into happiness. Stafford’s writing has a rarely found tender edge that works magically through the character of Nick as he helps Cindy move forward through both their conversations and their passionate encounters. I look forward to further stories from Michael Stafford and, given that this is entitled Volume I, I eagerly await Volume II.

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[REVIEW] THE BEST LAID WEDDING PLANS

THE BEST LAID WEDDING PLANS BY LYNNETTE AUSTIN

With love in their hearts and crafting the perfect wedding on their minds, the possibilities are endless for the ladies of Lynette Austin’s new Magnolia Brides series.

SOME DREAMS ARE WORTH WHATEVER IT TAKES

Jenni Beth Beaumont left her broken heart behind when she took her dream job in Savannah. But after her brother’s death, Jenni Beth returns home to help mend her parents’ hearts as well as restore their beautiful but crumbling antebellum mansion. New dreams take shape as Jenni Beth sets to work replacing floors and fixing pipes to convert the family homestead into the perfect wedding destination. However, some folks in their small Southern town are determined to see her fail.

Cole Bryson was once the love of Jenni Beth’s life, but the charming architectural salvager has plans of his own for the Beaumont family home. As the two butt heads,
old turmoil is brought to the surface and Cole and Jenni Beth will have to work through some painful memories and tough realities before they can set their pasts aside and have a second chance at their own happily ever after.


Jenni Beth is moving back home to Misty Bottoms from Savannah to help her folks to deal with their home, Magnolia House. They never recouped from losing their child Wes to war, and Jenni Beth kept running back to Savannah when the memorial service was finished, and now they needed help in order to keep the family home. So Jenni Beth chooses to open a wedding business. She would do all the arranging, and have the weddings at the familys manor home. She winds up running into her siblings closest companion, Cole, a man she has been infatuated with since she was a youngster, and he offers to help her repair the house, which needs a great deal of work keeping in mind the end goal to be a place that individuals would need to come get hitched at. Cole and Jenni Beth had a one night stand years back, and he had abandoned her when he should take her to prom, so she has a confide in issue with him. As Magnolia House gets repaired, Jenni Beth and Coles relationship constructs. Also, only for a turn there is a corrupt bank chief who needs Jenni Beth to default on her credit with the goal that he can have the land that she utilized for insurance for the advance she took out for the house. It’s a decent story with a few characters that are exceptionally amiable, and some not really. I appreciated everything about this book and very prescribe it.

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Sejenak Bersama Sara Kyoko

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Antara Tulisan Sara Kyoko, Isteri Tuan ihsan.

Hai readers!!! Seperti yang Admin janjikan, pada bulan ini kami berjaya menemu bual penulis buku ISTERI TUAN IHSAN, Sara Kyoko!

Kalau readers nak tahu serba sedikit tentang Sara Kyoko, boleh ikuti temu bual kami di bawah 🙂

1. Siapa yang memberi inspirasi untuk Sara Kyoko menulis?

Suami sayalah yang memberikan inspirasi untuk saya menulis. Kalau bukan beliau,  saya masih lagi seorang   pembaca novel yang cuma berangan – angan hendak baca buku sendiri.

2. Apa makanan kegemaran Sara Kyoko?

Saya paling menggemari pasta.

3.  Siapakah penulis kegemaran Sara Kyoko? (tak kisah luar negara or dalam negara)

JK Rowling – the one and only.

4. Apakah novel kegemaran Sara Kyoko? (tak kisah luar negara or dalam negara)

Rangkaian novel – novel Harry Potter. Masih tidak mampu untuk move on.

5. Ada haiwan peliharaan tak di rumah?

Ada. Dua ekor kucing yang saya berikan nama Teja dan Oddie.

6. Jika anda diberi peluang untuk melancong secara percuma, ke manakah Sara Kyoko mahu pergi dan mengapa? 

London. Sebab Harry Potter berasal di sana? 😉

7. Apakah novel baru yang bakal diterbitkan oleh Sara Kyoko? Boleh ceritakan sedikit mengenai novel tersebut?

Saya sedang dalam proses untuk menyiapkan sebuah novel romantik komedi berjudul ‘perisik cinta 001’. Novel ini memaparkan kisah cinta seorang wanita ‘plus size’ yang menjadi seorang perisik secara bidan terjun, dengan seorang bekas bintang bola sepak antarabangsa yang penuh misteri.

8. Apakah pesanan Sara Kyoko kepada pembaca di luar?

Setiap pembaca punyai selera yang berbeza. Saya juga seorang pembaca. Saya faham perasaan seseorang kalau ‘terbaca’ novel yang tidak kena dengan selera saya. Tapi, jangan terus mengadili novel tersebut, apatah mempertikaikan kredibiliti penulis dan penerbit novel. Mungkin novel itu bukan untuk kita, tapi, untuk pembaca yang lain pula. Sebuah novel dihasilkan bukan untuk tatapan dan selera seorang pembaca sahaja. Berilah peluang kepada semua penulis tempatan untuk mencabar diri mereka supaya ada ruang untuk terus memperbaiki diri. Barulah industri penulisan negara boleh berkembang setanding dengan luar negara. ‘Kritik bukannya kutuk’.

9. Pada pandangan Sara Kyoko, apa istimewanya novel Murni Aqila  berbanding novel lain di pasaran?

Novel – novel saya biasa sahaja. Cuma, kalau anda seorang pembaca yang memerlukan karya yang boleh mencabar minda dan perasaan, #karyasarakyoko bukanlah untuk anda. Tapi, kalau anda sukakan sebuah karya ringan yang menghiburkan, In Shaa Allah, novel – novel saya sesuai untuk anda.

10. Dari mana Sara Kyoko selalu dapatkan ilham untuk menulis? Ada yang dari pengalaman sendiri ke?

Ilham saya datangnya daripada orang sekeliling. Keluarga, sahabat, kenalan, mahupun orang asing yang cuma lalu di hadapan mata. Pengalaman peribadi juga ada membantu serba sedikit untuk mengemaskan jalan cerita saya, supaya lebih ‘real’.

11. Apa rutin harian Sara Kyoko? Ada yang rare tak?

Rutin harian saya biasa sahaja. Yang rare cuma waktu saya mula menulis. Saya jenis yang hanya boleh menulis pada waktu tengah malam. Noctural homo sapien agaknya. Bayangkan saja waktu – waktu saya perlu siapkan satu manuskrip. Hidup tak ubah seperti kelawar!

12. Describe diri anda dalam 3 perkataan?

Introvert. Diam – diam ubi. Cerewet.

13. Apa nasihat Sara Kyoko kepada penulis- penulis yang masih baru dalam industri buku?

Saya juga masih baru dalam industri ini. Entah sesuai atau tidak untuk memberi nasihat. Namun, kalaulah kata – kata saya ini untuk diguna pakai, ;kepada yang lebih baru hendak berjinak – jinak dengan dunia penulisan, cuma satu saja yang saya pesan, kalau hendak menulis, tulis apa yang kita tahu, apa yang kita suka (genre). Jangan ikut ‘trend’ semata.

14. Selain Bahasa Melayu, Bahasa Inggeris, Apa lagi bahasa lain yang Sara Kyoko kuasai?

Malangnya, cuma dua bahasa itu sajalah yang saya mampu kuasai dengan baik.

Kami harap Sara Kyoko akan sentiasa mewarnai industri penulisan dan, jika anda peminat Sara Kyoko

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REVIEW Anehnya Cinta

EBUKU Anehnya Cinta oleh Eija Khadeeja
EBUKU Anehnya Cinta oleh Eija Khadeeja

 

Sinopsis:
Pertemuaan Afini dengan Yus telah menggegarkan satu ofis. Yus, sering kali mengamalkan sikap autokrasinya dan tidak disenangi oleh Afini. Apa lagi, berlakulah perbalahan kecil tetapi tidaklah sehingga membawa kepada perang dunia. Siapa sangka, dua insan yang sering bermasam muka ini akhirnya terpaksa mendirikan rumah tangga.

Terpaksa? Oh! Ungkapan itu hanya berpihak kepada Afini dan bukannya lelaki yang sedang tertawa bahagia dapat menikahi wanita malang ini. Gembiranya hati tidak terkata kerana dapat menikahi wanita yang amat dicintainya. Namun gembiranya tidak lama. Keakraban Afini dan Zack telah membakar api cemburu di hatinya. Disakiti dan dilukai hati Afini hingga hancur. Kepercayaan terhadap kaum Hawa yang mulai menebal kini kian menipis sehingga membawa kepada dendam. Dendam yang menghampiri sebuah kehancuran.


 

Admin geram dengan Yus sebenarnya. Admin faham dia memang trauma dengan perempuan sebab ibu dia tinggalkan ayah dia untuk lelaki lain, apatah lagi banyak pula orang yang kahwin demi wang pada masa moden ni. Tambahan lagi, Zack dan Afini memang ada history dan rapat sebagai kawan dari kecil. Tapi kadang-kadang dia pun  degil juga walaupun kawan-kawan dah cakap dengan dia. Nasib baik akhirnya sedar.

Okay, selesai merepek. Ehem…

Keperibadian Afini ialah sesuatu yang boleh menjadi pengajaran; sabar menghadapi masalah dan mudah memaafkan orang. Masa moden ini susah memaafkan orang selepas mereka telah berbuat salah dengan kita. Awalnya admin fikir Afini akan mendamaikan Yus dengan ibu Yus, namun penulis berjaya mengejutkan admin dalam perihal ini. Ada juga bahagian-bahagian cerita lain yang tidak dijangka terjadi, namun admin tak dapat cerita. Kalau dah cerita, nanti jadi terjangka pula, hehehe.

Untuk pengakhiran cerita ini, admin serahkan pada pembaca. Terus terang, admin kecewa atas Jeff dan Zack kerana tidak ada perkembangan yang membawa kepada keputusan mereka, namun banyak juga yang senang dengan pengakhiran untuk kedua lelaki ini. Jarang ada novel Melayu yang membahas perihal gay dan admin meletakkan harapan dengan cerita ini. Tapi yaay untuk Afini dan Yus. Setelah macam2 konflik, akhirnya mereka bersatu juga dan hidup bahagia.

 

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