I have a confession to make. I’ve had countless book boyfriends and fictional relationships with men. Some that I remember fondly, others that are merely a vague recollection of sigh-worthy moments, and some whose names are forever imprinted on my mind and heart. These past beaus are neither one alike. In fact, some do not even exist in the same century.
We’ve all been through that horrible book hangover a time or two. If you’re like me, you’re hungover all the time. I might be almost 30 years old, but I can still pull an all-nighter- by now, I’m pretty used to the sensation of gritty, burning eyes.
Red Queen is the first novel in the Red Queen series by New York Times bestselling author Victoria Aveyard. The story follows seventeen-year-old Mare Barrows, a red blood and thief who is on the brink of being forced to join a war she doesn’t believe in. Mare lives with her impoverished family in a desolate, poor town known as The Stilts (appropriately named due to homes being suspended above the ground on stilts- thus only being accessed by ladders).
Wrong is a standalone contemporary romance novel by New York Times bestselling author Jana Aston. The story follows Sophie, a college senior who works at a coffee shop named Grind Me. For weeks she has been crushing on an older, attractive, and distinguished man by the name Luke who stops there occasionally for coffee.
On a narrow, unassuming road within the bustling, chaotic streets of Boston, the Brattle Book Shop stood quietly and welcoming. As I leapt from the warm interior of our cab, I raced through the rain and stepped through the book shop’s doors.