ARC Review: “Tell the Wind and Fire” by Sarah Rees Brennan

16221851Tell the Wind and Fire by Sarah Rees Brennan

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In a city divided between opulent luxury in the Light and fierce privations in the Dark, a determined young woman survives by guarding her secrets.

Lucie Manette was born in the Dark half of the city, but careful manipulations won her a home in the Light, celebrity status, and a rich, loving boyfriend. Now she just wants to keep her head down, but her boyfriend has a dark secret of his own—one involving an apparent stranger who is destitute and despised. Lucie alone knows the young men’s deadly connection, and even as the knowledge leads her to make a grave mistake, she can trust no one with the truth.

Blood and secrets alike spill out when revolution erupts. With both halves of the city burning, and mercy nowhere to be found, can Lucie save either boy—or herself?

Two and a half stars

Thank you to NetGalley and Clarion Books for this eARC! This title will be released on April 5th, 2016.

I wish this was an April Fools joke. I wish I could say that I did not really rate a SRB book this low. Especially a book with this much potential and thought behind it – which is honestly the reason it’s rated as high as it is. But as much as I desperately wanted to love this book, it was impossible.

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Make It Stop

Make It Stop

I’m so tired
Of burning eyes that hold back tears
Of shaking hands that turn to ice
Of hurting hearts that pound my chest

I’m so tired
Of hearing screaming
Of taking blows
Of holding people as they cry

I’m so tired
Of trying to keep the world together as it falls apart
Of not knowing why it is
Of holding on to something that is already gone

I’m so tired
Of hurt
Of pain
Of tears

Just
Make
It
Stop

Double-Edged Sword

Double-Edged Sword

Words
My dear
Are a double-edged sword

With one blade you cut your adversary
Giving them no time to block
Slicing open their pride
Their heart
Drawing their life blood
Allowing it to drip on the floor
In small measured increments

Laugh
My dear
I know you enjoy it but

Words
My dear
Are a double-edged sword

You are never prepared
For the whiplash
The wound you open in your own soul
Where the darkness you’ve shared
Festers and burns
Causing you pain
Which you can never quite relieve

Cry
My dear
But it won’t make it better

Words
My dear
Are a double-edged sword

NaNoWriMo complete!

So … I finished NaNoWriMo yesterday! 50,000 words, eight days … I feel like the living dead but it’s all good! The book needs serious editing, I really hated my main character but I can handle that. It helps that for the past eight days I’ve had nothing to do with my life because I got a break from school.

Of course, now my question is why in the world did I finish in eight days? To say I could? To win the competition going on between my friends? Probably both, but a word to the wise? It’s a lot more fun when you have to fight to win. I’ll admit, NaNo this year wasn’t particularly fun. More like a rushed job done in between two huge deadlines all while battling some depressing forces.

Well, what’s done is done I suppose. Next year, I’m taking the entire month.

Now … to go EDIT this monstrosity…

Shared Tears

Shared Tears

You call us together
To talk about the problem
Well my dear
We are the problem

Adversaries
Where there should be friends
Resentment
Where there should be love
Punches
Where there should be hugs
Screaming
Where there should be laughs

Have we even got any of the good left?

Threaten to his unblinking face
To kick him out
But the salt streams are on my cheeks
We are bound by tenuous threads
Now that most of them have shattered

So shout some more
Doesn’t matter if I’m upstairs
I can hear you through the ceiling
As I huddle on the floor
Shedding the last thing we share

Tears

Poetry Potluck–The Seven Deadly Sins: Envy

This poem is for Monday’s Poetry Potluck, which you can check out HERE: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/poetry-potluck-seven-deadly-sins.html

Envy

It eats at my heart
Like acid
I smell the burning flesh
As it chokes up my lungs
But I suppose there are holes
There now too

It tears at my emotions
Like talons
Slicing at my shame
So deep
But raking my black heart
Deliciously

It turns my soul to cinders
Like a bonfire
Sparking my blood with pain
Leaving nothing left of me
When it’s charred up
My shattered pieces

September 22nd – I Don’t Feel

I Don’t Feel

Tears streak my face
I don’t feel them fall
Icicles stab my heart
I don’t feel it stop
Anger boils in my blood
I don’t feel the burn
Laughter dances through the air
I don’t feel a smile
I keep my inner world together
I don’t feel the edges fraying