Y’all, I’ve been reading romance for a very long time. A long, long time. I’ve met many swoon-worthy men. I’ve swooned. I know I have.
But I’ve never had a book boyfriend quite like Rabbi Ethan Cohen. Seriously. Serve me that man on a platter. He’s hot, compassionate, dedicated, patient, and a million other adjectives.
I adored Naomi, too. She was flawed and strong and also willing to be vulnerable. She never compromised herself when she let her walls down to let Ethan in. She remained true to who she was, which I loved. Naomi is the kind of woman I aspire to be.
So, yup. I loved this book. I will definitely be picking up Rosie Danan’s other books. All of them.
[out 4.6.21] (Thank you to Atria & NetGalley for the gifted copy)
If I were to picture a novel that portrayed the excess and dangers of stereotypical 1980s NYC, it would be Astrid Sees All.
Drugs. A little rock & roll. Clubs. A random serial killer, because, why not?
Yes, it was a lot and a bit over the top. Did I still enjoy it? I think so. I couldn’t put it down. I found myself rooting for Pheobe and loving her a little more with every page. Was the perfect? Nope. She was flawed and real.
Pick your favorite buzz word. Self Care. Me Time. Mom Time. Indulgence. Happy Time. Whatever you want to call it, it’s important. IMPORTANT. As moms (working out or in the home) trying to survive a pandemic, taking time for yourself is beyond crucial.
I have a few, let’s call it self care, things that I do that are just for me. I read. I write. I scroll Instagram. I giggle at silly TikToks.
My absolute favorite self care activity is doing my nails. Since last March, it’s become a hobby I indulge in at least once a week. For me, it’s about so much more than just having fun or pretty nails. It’s a source of pride.
If you’ve been here a while, you know I have a history of being an anxiety nail biter and picker. My poor, poor cuticles have been through the ringer. When I see old photos of my hands, I cry and cringe. My fingers used to always hurt. I hated the way they looked, but mostly I hated the way they felt.
My nail journey started with Impress press-on nails back in the fall of 2019. In early 2020, I discovered the magic of dip powder. I had a few salon dips, but then the pandemic hit. So, I hit up YouTube and far too many Facebook Groups and learned how to do my own dip at home.
It took some trial and a lot of error, but I found a method that worked for me and fell in love. Somewhere along the way, nails became part of my brand. When I have naked nails, friends like to take bets on how long I’ll last. So far, 72 hours is the max … BUT I had Covid, so I don’t think that really counts.
Every Wednesday, I post my Mani of the Week (or last week, depending on how many manis I’ve done recently). If you ask my IG friends and followers what they know me for, they will answer nails, books, coffee, and wine.
I’ve shared a few of my favorites below. I’ve also shared links to the powders and liquids I use.
Have you tried dip nails? If you haven’t and want to know more, hit me up! I love talking about nails. And books. And coffee. And wine. Seriously, slide into my DMs and ask away!
Y’all … I am so excited to FINALLY be able to share some more information about my June book release. The book, Out of Anywhere, is set for release on June 1, 2021!
All the edits are done, and my husband is putting the finishing touches on the cover, which means I am thisclose to hitting that sweet. sweet PUBLISH button!
If you’d like to join my street team for this release, please complete the form linked below. This form will be used for all things Out of Anywhere; including ARC requests, blog/Bookstagram tour, the cover reveal, and other promotional events.
(out 5.25.21 – thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the free copy)
Sigh. This book was the perfect rom com.
Witty banter. Second chance romance. A little novel within a novel. An ode to Bookstagram. An adorable bulldog.
Kara and Ryan’s story was sweet and endearing, but also real. They both carried emotional baggage, and like real humans they avoided talking about it.
I adored Kara. Her friendships, her sense of humor, her commitment to using humor to deflect. She was so relatable.
And, Ryan. Oh, Ryan what are we supposed to do with you. I can’t say much without giving away spoilers, but even when he royally screws up, I just wanted to pull him into a squishy hug and never let him go.
Rodham was amazing. But also a little sad because “what if’s” always make me long for the alternate reality presented.
What if Hillary hadn’t married Bill?
I’ve pondered this before. The better what if, though, is what if women weren’t held accountable for the men around them and men were held accountable for their actions? That’s the what if I’d love to one day see.
Rodham was a phenomenal book, as is my expectation with anything Sittenfeld touches. It spanned nearly four decades and explored so much history, and rewrote quite a bit too.
Now, I’ll be off daydreaming about the what if’s presented here.
I am not sure I have ever connected to or related to a book or character more than I did with Grace and Honey Girl.
Now, as a white cis woman with two kids and a career, Grace and I don’t have much in common on paper. But lord the insides—the anxiety, the pressure to do it all and be it all—I felt every one of those.
Morgan Rogers wrote a beautiful novel about family, found family, love, forgiveness, and self.
In case you can’t tell, I absolutely loved this book! All the stars. All the feels.
Wow. This was the exact book I needed. It had all the feels.
I am a sucker for flawed/imperfect characters, and the two main characters in This Close to Okay were the perfect balance of flawed and redeemable. Each mistake that was made was made with a deeper purpose and learning.
I just want to pull this book into a warm hug and never let it go.