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[gabibookworm]

Here are some fiction books by Palestinian authors about Palestinian characters that I've read and enjoyed! Whether it's about living under the occupation or teenage diaspora falling in love, it's important to support Palestinian authors and read their stories, especially as attempts at censorship increase Let me know if you have any recs for me to add to my tbr!

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[literary-love-songs]

A Dowry of Blood | S.T. Gibson

✨ Finished reading this novel yesterday. I haven’t been truly in love with a new authors writing style in so long. Gibson’s prose is so beautiful and detailed it was so fun to read. this novel was so good beginning to end I didn’t want it to end. I’m a sucker for vampire novels and this one did not disappoint. I was sad when it ended I wanted more Magdalena, Constanta, and Alexi. Gave this novel a 5/5 ⭐️ which is my first one since may! ✨

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[ebookporn]

All the rage: the rise of the menopause novel

Self-help shelves are filled with guides to surviving midlife, but where is the fiction? Lisa Allardice talks to Marian Keyes, Joanne Harris and others about ‘hot-flush lit’

by Lisa Allardice

Joanne Harris was rereading Carrie by Stephen King during lockdown when she got the inspiration for her new novel, Broken Light. The novelist had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer and King’s horror story was all her “chemo-brain” could cope with, she says on a video call from her home in Yorkshire. The story of a girl who gets telekinetic powers at puberty, Carrie was a favourite for Harris growing up. “Of course it was!” she exclaims. “It’s all about the drama of adolescence and the horror of having a changing body that does unpredictable stuff.”

Reading it again in her 50s she was struck by the idea: “What if Carrie had lived and her powers had kicked in at menopause instead? Nobody wants to give superpowers to a teenager, because of course they’re going to burn everything down.” And so she created Bernie Moon, who in middle age discovers she is able to inhabit other people’s minds and set them on a different course – predatory men become a particular target. “It’s menopausal Carrie,” she says gleefully. She started writing when she was ill (the effects of chemotherapy “were like the menopause but worse,” she says) and didn’t stop. She got the all-clear this Christmas: “So I thought: ‘OK, I’m feeling good about this.’”

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[annabellewynter]

Wild Lavender

Chapter One

Summary: Everett Greenwood never expected to be the Duke of Rorchester, that was a job for his older brother. But when sudden tragedy strikes, he finds himself thrust into a life he never wanted. Then he sees Melina delivering honey to the grand hall. The girl who lives in a shack in the woods becomes the only love his heart has ever known, but can society accept the simple woman as his choice? And will secrets from her past destroy their chance at love? Find out in Wild Lavender.

Note: This story is intended to be a Regency Romance and I have attempted to stay historically accurate, however, I am not a historian, so please excuse any errors.

Everett Greenwood sipped on a glass of brandy as stared out the window of his office. The small flat he called his home for the last several years was perched above a main thoroughfare in London and gave him the perfect vantage point to watch the bustling streets below. It was evening, and the sky was slowly darkening the way it does in the early days of spring. Many were on the street, the unusually fine weather pulling ladies and gentlemen alike from their homes to enjoy the fresh air. There were elegantly dressed couples in carriages, others strolling home from dinner parties and some just enjoying an evening stroll.

London

Everett did not consider himself to be a nostalgic sort, but he had to admit that he felt a pang of sadness at the realization that this would be the last night he would take in this view.

     His thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched giggle coming from down the hall, followed by the low moan of a male's voice.  Everett shook his head moving towards the door to close it when the door down the hall flung open.  A woman furiously stomped down the hall while Phillip Matthews, still only partially dressed and holding his trousers up with one hand, shouted after her.

“Is it Anne?  Lily!  It must be Lily.”  He faltered as the woman reached the bottom of the stairs and he made one final attempt.  “Ruth?”

Her head snapped back to Philip's.

"It's Beatrix, you prat."

And with that, she was out the door.

Everett watched as Phil ambled into his office and slumped onto the couch.  He poured him a brandy and refilled his own before he took the seat opposite him.  

“That didn’t  quite go as planned, I imagine.”

Phil shook his head and poured back the brandy.

“Not even one bit,”  he sucked the air in through his teeth.  “I certainly hope you have more forgiving women in Rorchester.  

Everett shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.  “I wouldn’t know.  I haven’t been there since I was six years old.”

Phil's dark eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Since you were six? But your father was the Duke!"

"Yes, but we never lived there. He kept the London home and we lived here where Mother could be a more central part of society. Occasionally he had to go to Rorchester, but he never brought me. George was the oldest and would become Duke, so I didn't have to be there."

"Well, this is great news then!" Phil slapped his knee in excitement. "You can just do the same and we don't need to leave London and head out into the middle of the countryside where nothing and no one exists."

The stare Everett issued to Phil said plenty and he once again reiterated, "You do not have to come Phil. I will be just fine on my own. Besides, I've been thinking of asking Kipley to join me in Rorchester to help get things in order."

Phil's mouth fell open in shock. "First, you are not doing this without me. You need me. Secondly,  why on earth would you invite Kip? He has got to be the most extraordinary dull human being in all of England!" 

Everett did his best to hide his smirk. "Kip happens to be extremely good at arithmetic. I understand he was a great help to his uncle in organizing his books."

"Of course, you understand that!" He was standing now, pacing the room, still holding his trousers up with his fist. "He told us no less than three hundred times what a big help he was!"

Everett knew this line of conversation would irritate Phil and he was rather enjoying goading his closest friend. Still, asking for assistance from Kipling Stromwell was an intriguing idea. The truth was that Everett had no idea how to run a Duchy. Not only had his father neglected to teach him, but Everett had little interest in such dealings. He had spent his years after university in His Majesty's Navy. That was how second-born sons were meant to bring their families pride. But now, with both his father and brother killed in a sudden accident, he became responsible for his mother, his two younger sisters, and an enormous quantity of land and the people living on it. He knew absolutely nothing about how to successfully do this.  The only thing he did know was that he didn’t want to do it the way his father did.  Everett didn’t take things lightly, so although it was not the position he wanted or imagined himself in, he would do it to the best of his ability, nonetheless. So, he packed up his life, sold his flat, and sent all his father's records to Rorchester. His mother and sisters could stay in the London home. There was no need to further disrupt their lives. But Everett knew the only way to learn about his duty and to do it well, was to be in Rorchester.

"Tell me you are kidding about Kip, Everett" Phil pleaded.

"He would be useful. I'm not certain you could claim the same" Everett challenged.

Phil scoffed. "My uses are far and beyond bookkeeping."

"Oh really? Such as…"

Phil stood thinking and then snapped his fingers in delight. "Entertainment. Who else will make sure you don't become some stuffy old Duke, wasting away in his grand estate? I'll keep you young and having fun…and getting laid" he smirked.

"You didn't seem to do such a great job of it for yourself."

Phil scoffed. "I've had to bid farewell to far too many women this week. I was bound to make a mistake here or there."

Everett chuckled. He adored Phil from the moment they met at University and he convinced him to cheat at a game of cards. They were both quite inebriated and their attempts did not go unnoticed.  It only took a few hands before they were discovered, but Phil, keen as he was, noticed a split second before they were confronted.  He shoved a fistful of winnings into his waistcoat, grabbed a bottle of scotch off a nearby table, and tugged Everett out the door.  

They ran as fast as they could, twisting through alleyways and side streets.  Everett can still remember how much his lungs burned with the exertion and how his cheeks ached with laughter.  Eventually, they ducked into an empty doorway and hid out of sight until they were sure they were safe.  It was then they opened the scotch and each took a long pull on the bottle.  Phil emptied his pockets and they counted their winnings.  

“You do realize that my father is a Duke, Philip.  Money is not hard to come by.  I easily could have bought a bottle of liquor,” Everett chuckled.  

Phil shook his head, still counting their loot.  “My father is the Earl of Barlington” His voice became low and stern, mimicking his father.  “We’ve always been able to buy whatever we please, Everett.  The point is”, he looked up meeting Everett’s eyes.  “Liquor tastes better when stolen and a muff feels better when borrowed.”  He waggled his eyebrows.  “Now come on, Everett.  Let's go to the brothel.  I think we have just enough.”

“What is it?” Phil asked, taking in the faraway look on Everett’s face.  

“Nothing. I was just remembering the day we met.”

Phil smirked, “Damn, I still have dreams about that blonde.”

“You do have a way of entertaining, I suppose.  Although I’m rather shocked we made it without ever getting into trouble.  Especially in the Navy.”

“We were officers in the Navy, Rett.  The son of a Duke and an Earl at that.  How much could they do to us?”

Everett shook his head, “The second son of a Duke and the third of an Earl.  It may have gotten us out of a few jams at University but His Majesty’s Navy is an entirely different story.”

“Fair enough,” Phil stood, setting down his empty glass with a clang.  “Now it’s our last night out in London for a good while.  And you, my friend, are no longer the second son, but a Duke in his own right.  Let's go out in the city and see how much we can get away with, eh?”

The following morning, Everett woke with a start.  To be clear, it was not his first time waking that day, nor was it morning.  Everett had already rose, dressed, and poured himself into a carriage headed for Rorchester.  He remembered very little of this, other than his head throbbing painfully and the sun seeming exceedingly bright for the hour.  It took only a moment before he was, once again fast asleep to the rumbling of the carriage.  

The second time he woke, was half a day later when the carriage stopped at Greenwood Hall.  Everett peeled his eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the lack of movement, and ran his hands through his thick brown hair.  His large hand rubbed the scruff on his chiseled jaw that he had neglected to shave before departing.  It was not the impression he had intended to make but when he recalled the night of revelry he enjoyed in his final night living in London, he could not say that he regretted his carelessness with his appearance.  Everett’s muscles felt tight from the long journey and he took a moment to stretch his limbs.  As he did so, he attempted to rouse Philip.  

“We’re here, Phil” 

Phil rolled over with a groan and buried his face.  

Everett harshly nudged his leg.  “We’re here.  Get up!”

“Alright, alright.  Clearly what the Duke says, goes.” He lifted his head with a gruff.

“Have you finished mocking me?”

Phil stretched with a smirk.  

“I’m insulted!  I would never challenge the commands of the Master of the House.” 

“You are an ass,” Everett growled and exited the vehicle.  He walked towards the house, taking in the staff waiting outside to meet him.  It was a skeleton staff at this point, only the bare minimum until Phil had adjusted to what was needed and arranged for the necessary hiring.  

Everett and Phil had brought their valets from London which would be plenty for the time being. In addition, there was a butler and housekeeper, cook, and several general maids together performing the tasks that a dozen or more staff would normally do. However, since the great house had remained closed up, outside the servants' quarters, that was enough.

Greenwood Hall was a grand hall of dark red brick accented with white stone entryways and windows. The hall was wide and flanked by a clock tower on one side and an orangery on the other.  Behind the estate was one of the grandest gardens in all of England.  It had been designed by Everett’s great-grandmother who deeply loved Rorchester and Greenwood Hall.  He grew up hearing the stories, but never fully understood why his father had abandoned the hall.  It’s true, this area was not wealthy.  Everett had heard his father complain for years that the farmers were not successful in this area and the villages were poverty-stricken.  It seemed an odd revelation to behold this grand empty hall presiding over it all.  

Everett took a few moments to introduce himself to the staff and allowed the housekeeper, Edna Baker to show him through the parts of the hall that had been reopened for him.

“Unfortunately, due to the unexpected passing of the late Duke, we did not anticipate that the hall would be opening again so soon.  I apologize that we were unable to have it ready for you, Your Grace.”

Everett shook his head.  “No need to apologize, Ms. Baker.  It was quite unexpected.”

The estate felt oddly familiar to Everett, but not recognizable. Almost the way you remember a dream immediately after waking but you can never quite get the full picture clear.  It felt odd and he found himself drifting into a sort of daydream when Philip finally arrived from the car and joined them.  

“This is quite a place, Rett.”

Everett nodded, taking in the scene as they strode up the stairs of the grand hall.  The floors below were a bold black and white marble and the rich mahogany wood of the railings was shiny and smelled of fresh polish.  They had made sure to clean and polish this area of the home so that it was presentable for his arrival.  As the light shone through the rows of windows lining the front of the house, however, he could see the particles of dust floating through the air from years of inactivity.  When they reached the second floor, Everett and Phil were each taken to their respective rooms where their valets had stored their belongings.  Everett had asked not to be placed in the Duke’s former chambers.  It felt odd to him to take over the bed his father and mother slept in, even if it was so many years ago.

“Is there anything I can get you, Your Grace?” Edna inquired.

“No thank you, Ms. Baker.  I believe I will wash up and perhaps take a stroll in the gardens before dinner.”

“Very well, Your Grace.”

Phil stretched beside him.  “I think I am going to rest a bit longer.  I’ll be down for dinner.”

Everett nodded and turned to go but then stopped.  “Thank you, Phil.”

Phil shrugged, “What for?”

“You’re a good friend, Phil.  I know the decision to move out here and help me to get settled into….all of this.  It was not an easy choice.”

“Sure it was.”  Phil clapped Everett on the shoulder.  “That’s what friends do, Everett.”

And with that, Everett and Phil parted ways, into their rooms.

After getting washed and shaved, Everett felt like a new man.  He once again, wandered through Greenwood Hall, this time with fresh eyes.  It wasn’t time for dinner and the weather was fine, so he exited onto the veranda to look out at the gardens.  

The gardens covered acres of land and included a hedge maze, a pergola covered with roses and wisteria, flowering bushes, and a glass greenhouse for a winter garden.  

Everett closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air, lightly scented with the early spring buds beginning to blossom.  He opened his eyes and looked out at the sky. It was startling the colors that he could pick up when he looked. There was orange and yellow, but red, pink, and purple too. He couldn't remember the last time he had paid any mind to the sky at dusk and realized just how lovely it truly is. But when he heard the screech of the old back door open, his eyes easily left the sky to study the woman exiting below.

She was wearing a long flowing dress and he could see she was thin but strong. Her hair was strawberry blonde and pulled back into a braid, although several strands had escaped and were flying wildly around her as an evening breeze blew in. 

Everett was mesmerized by her, watching her walk purposefully across the narrow garden path and towards the forest. He had not even seen her face, but with each step she took away from him, a feeling of panic began to rise in his chest. He stared, fighting the urge to call out or run after her.  He needed to stop her, but no words came.  So he simply watched, until she was gone, disappearing into the trees.

Everett exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath. He instinctively clapped his large hand over his chest, feeling his heart wake up like a bear hibernating for a long winter and suddenly coming alive with the spring. Everett did not know exactly what this strange feeling of longing and regret was, but he knew one thing.  He needed to find her. 

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[anisalarkwood-author]

The Worst Parts, by Anisa Larkwood

Coming December 2023! (updated release date)

Thank you for your patience as I work hard on this book. I'm excited to share it with you when it's ready!

As we get closer to December, I’ll have more news and information, giveaways, and hopefully some really great news for you guys! 💖

The Worst Parts, by Anisa Larkwood

Hollywood actor J.D. Aarons is drunk, angry, and probably won't be famous for much longer. He's also lost, but that's kind of on purpose after he departed Austin on a whim and drove in circles for two days. Now he's landed in a little diner in Nueva, TX.

LeeLee Jones is a tired single mom who waits tables while she dreams of making it big as a writer. She scribbles down every idea that she has, but it's hard to write when her only free time is after her son is asleep. LeeLee also knows that life doesn't always go according to plan, so she’s reluctant to reach for the brass ring and launch herself out of her comfortable life in Nueva.

LeeLee is surprised when a mysterious customer turns out to be a famous actor, and she’s even more surprised when he comes back the next day and ends up hanging around the diner all week. She’s happy to entertain a little conversation between coffee refills, but J.D. is prickly and feeling sorry for himself, and LeeLee has no patience for a wealthy man who doesn't seem to know how good he has it.

LeeLee can't imagine that J.D. knows anything about struggling, and J.D. doesn't understand why LeeLee won't chase her dreams and find out where they lead. Will they kiss and make up, or will their relationship end up colder than a day-old cup of coffee?

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[christabelq]

Quote from Ruth Ozeki's A TALE FOR THE TIME BEING…

It made me sad when I caught myself pretending that everybody out there in cyberspace cared about what I thought, when really nobody gives a shit. And when I multiplied that sad feeling by all the millions of people in their lonely little rooms, furiously writing and posting to their lonely little pages that nobody has time to read because they’re all so busy writing and posting, it kind of broke my heart.

I definitely think there's a brighter side to social media, but it still makes you think.

A TALE FOR THE TIME BEING is a great book btw. It's about a woman who finds the diary of a Japanese school girl washed up on a beach in a Hello Kitty lunchbox. As she reads it her life becomes increasingly entwined with the writer's. Ozeki does a great job of creating distinctive voices for the two main characters and sensitively explores themes like time, relationships, bullying, life and death. I really think this book speaks to us all, because as Ozeki says, we are all beings in time.

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[expendablemudge]

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[authoremmabruce]

Good morning reading fans! Don’t forget to buy Pink Club on Amazon before heading off on holiday! Three books in my series have been published on Amazon with 4th out very soon! Search Pink Club by Emma Bruce today and step into the mysterious magical world that is London’s best kept secret 🤫

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[bookishlyvintage]

Really Good, Actually • Monica Heisey

[ thoughts | book sleeve ]

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[tomesofthetrade]

"Just because it’s complicated, just because you think you can’t ever know everything about another person, it doesn’t mean you can’t try."

- Where'd You Go, Bernadette

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[andreai04]

“I understand better than most how secrets can live on your skin and how hard they are to hide, because the truth is always visible somehow.”

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[rockislandadultreads]

Multicultural Romances: Contemporary Picks

How to Marry Keanu Reeves in 90 Days by K.M. Jackson

Bethany Lu Carlisle is devastated when the tabloids report actor Keanu Reeves is about to tie the knot. What?! How could the world's perfect boyfriend and forever bachelor, Keanu not realize that making a move like this could potentially be devastating to the equilibrium of...well...everything! Not to mention, he's never come face to face with the person who could potentially be his true soulmate—her. Desperate to convince Keanu to call off the wedding, Lu and her ride-or-die BFF Truman Erikson take a wild road trip to search for the elusive Keanu so that Lu can fulfill her dream of meeting her forever crush and confess her undying love. From New York to Los Angeles, Lu and True get into all sorts of sticky situations. Will Lu be able to find Keanu and convince him she's the one for him? Or maybe she'll discover true love has been by her side all along...

The Singles Table by Sara Desai

After a devastating break-up, celebrity-obsessed lawyer Zara Patel is determined never to open her heart again. She puts her energy into building her career and helping her friends find romance through the wedding season. She's never faced a guest at the singles table she couldn’t match, until she crosses paths with the sinfully sexy Jay Donovan. Former military security specialist Jay has no time for love. His life is about working hard, staying focused, and winning at all costs. When charismatic Zara crashes into his life, he's thrown into close contact with exactly the kind of chaos he wants to avoid. Worse, they're stuck together for the entire wedding season. So they make a deal. She'll find his special someone if he introduces her to his celebrity clients. But when their arrangement brings them together in ways they never expected, they realize that the perfect match might just be their own.

A Lot Like Adiós by Alexis Daria

Hi Mich. It’s Gabe. After burning out in her corporate marketing career, Michelle Amato has built a thriving freelance business as a graphic designer. So what if her love life is nonexistent? She’s perfectly fine being the black sheep of her marriage-obsessed Puerto Rican-Italian family. Besides, the only guy who ever made her want happily-ever-after disappeared thirteen years ago. It’s been a long time. Gabriel Aguilar left the Bronx at eighteen to escape his parents’ demanding expectations, but it also meant saying goodbye to Michelle, his best friend and longtime crush. Now, he’s the successful co-owner of LA’s hottest celebrity gym, with an investor who insists on opening a New York City location. It’s the last place Gabe wants to go, but when Michelle is unexpectedly brought on board to spearhead the new marketing campaign, everything Gabe’s been running from catches up with him. I’ve missed you. Michelle is torn between holding Gabe at arm’s length or picking up right where they left off—in her bed. As they work on the campaign, old feelings resurface, and their reunion takes a sexy turn. Facing mounting pressure from their families—who think they’re dating—and growing uncertainty about their futures, can they resolve their past mistakes, or is it only a matter of time before Gabe says adiós again?

Ties That Tether by Jane Igharo

When a Nigerian woman falls for a man she knows will break her mother’s heart, she must choose between love and her family. At twelve years old, Azere promised her dying father she would marry a Nigerian man and preserve her culture even after emigrating to Canada. Her mother has been vigilant about helping--forcing--her to stay well within the Nigerian dating pool ever since. But when another match-made-by-mom goes wrong, Azere ends up at a bar, enjoying the company and later sharing the bed of Rafael Castellano, a man who is tall, handsome, and white. When their one-night stand unexpectedly evolves into something serious, Azere is caught between her growing feelings for Rafael and the compulsive need to please her mother who will never accept a relationship that threatens to dilute Azere's Nigerian heritage. Azere can't help wondering if loving Rafael makes her any less of a Nigerian. Can she be with him without compromising her identity? The answer will either cause Azere to be audacious and fight for her happiness or continue as the compliant daughter.

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[literary-love-songs]

Daisy Jones & the Six | Taylor Jenkins Reid

✨ This was probably my favorite Daisy quote. I loved this book so very much. I cried at the end. Daisy, Camila, Karen, and Warren were probably my favorites. I found Billy completely interesting to analyze and found myself constantly taking note of his words. Such an interesting way to write a fiction novel. I gave it 5 stars. ✨

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[tempest-melody]

Book Review: One Italian Summer

Book Review: One Italian Summer

Title: One Italian SummerAuthor: Rebecca SerlePublication Date: 2022Publishing House: Atria Books I picked this book up through Book of the Month. I wanted a lighter summer read. I did get a summer read but it wasn’t as light as I wanted. Goodreads Synopsis: When Katy’s mother dies, she is left reeling. Carol wasn’t just Katy’s mom, but her best friend and first phone call. She had all the…

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The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston // Book Review

The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston // Book Review

I picked this book on a whim. One of my reader friends loved it. It’s a Good Morning America Book Club pick. And someone asked me to read it. So I thought why not? Well, it definitely exceeded my expectations and even brought a tear to my eye. If a book can make me cry, then it’s a pretty good book in my opinion. Here’s more about The Dead Romantics Florence Day is the ghostwriter for one of…

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[dkehoe]

This Chick Read: Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman

This Chick Read: Adult Assembly Required by Abbi Waxman

After recovering from a debilitating car accident, Laura Costello moves across family to get away from her over protective family. After barely moving in, her apartment burns down and she gets caught in a downpour outside a bookstore in Larchmont Village, a community located in the heart of Los Angeles. She meets the ladies in the bookstore, Nina, Liz, and Polly, and they take her in. Polly…

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