The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by The Caffeinated Book Reviewer, Showcase Sunday is hosted by Books, Biscuits and Tea, Stacking the Shelves is hosted by Tynga's Reviews, The Sunday Salon is a new facebook group I've joined and Monday Mailbox is hosted by Marcia to be Continued.
Winter is coming to a close in Arizona, it's in the 70's today, so I plan to spend my afternoon sitting by the pool reading. When I lived in Illinois, all I ever wanted was a swimming pool, and now I have it, but I take it for granted.
I've bee doing tons of thinking lately about I don't live in the moment, and how much I don't appreciate the good things in my life. I tend to focus on what I don't do well, whether it's work related, worrying about my weight, worrying about money, worrying about this blog.
Instead of telling myself what I do well, the voice in my head is a never ending monologue of what I don't do as well as I could. And I mean, that soundtrack is on REPEAT. I lay in bed thinking about everything I ate that day that I shouldn't have, every interaction that I had at work is proof that I am obviously either stupid or completely socially inept, I finished a book but didn't do a review, haven't announced the winner of the last giveaway, am not making my blog a priority.
Yes, I actually berate myself over my blog. Instead of thinking, wow, you have turned your hobby into a way of getting tons of free books! You have followers! You have something interesting to say! I think, I have to blog as soon as I get home, nope too tired, look how lazy you are, you'll never get more followers.
Then I think, do I want more followers? I follow quite a few great blogs and I wonder if they feel the same level of obligation. Or is it just my soundtrack of failure? Maybe everyone else finds it to be a pleasant diversion.
This is a lot more truth than I planned for this week's Weekly Book Haul! But a therapist once told me one of their sayings is "Name It to Tame It" is the catchphrase of why you should keep a journal. There is something about getting those thoughts out of your head and on paper that makes you able to understand how sometimes the voice in your head is an effing liar.
I'm going to post this, then go sit in the sun! Thank you to anyone who reads my little hobby!
All Is Not Forgotten by Wendy Walker....In the small, affluent town of
suspense in The Girl on the Train and Luckiest Girl Alive, Megan Miranda’s novel is a nail-biting, breathtaking story about the disappearances of two young women—a decade apart—told in reverse.
It’s been ten years since Nicolette Farrell left her rural hometown after her best friend, Corinne, disappeared from Cooley Ridge without a trace. Back again to tie up loose ends and care for her ailing father, Nic is soon plunged into a shocking drama that reawakens Corinne’s case and breaks open old wounds long since stitched.
The decade-old investigation focused on Nic, her brother Daniel, boyfriend Tyler, and Corinne’s boyfriend Jackson. Since then, only Nic has left Cooley Ridge. Daniel and his wife, Laura, are expecting a baby; Jackson works at the town bar; and Tyler is dating Annaleise Carter, Nic’s younger neighbor and the group’s alibi the night Corinne disappeared. Then, within days of Nic’s return, Annaleise goes missing.
Told backwards—Day 15 to Day 1—from the time Annaleise goes missing, Nic works to unravel the truth about her younger neighbor’s disappearance, revealing shocking truths about her friends, her family, and what really happened to Corinne that night ten years ago.
Like nothing you’ve ever read before, All the Missing Girls delivers in all the right ways. With twists and turns that lead down dark alleys and dead ends, you may think you’re walking a familiar path, but then Megan Miranda turns it all upside down and inside out and leaves us wondering just how far we would be willing to go to protect those we love.