The Girl At Midnight #1: The Girl At Midnight by Melissa Grey

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Publication Date: April 28th 2015
Publisher: Atom Books (ANZ & UK)/ Delacorte Press 
Purchase: Book Depository - Amazon - Bookworld 
Goodreads Summary: Beneath the streets of New York City live the Avicen, an ancient race of people with feathers for hair and magic running through their veins. Age-old enchantments keep them hidden from humans. All but one. Echo is a runaway pickpocket who survives by selling stolen treasures on the black market, and the Avicen are the only family she's ever known.

Echo is clever and daring, and at times she can be brash, but above all else she's fiercely loyal. So when a centuries-old war crests on the borders of her home, she decides it's time to act.

Legend has it that there is a way to end the conflict once and for all: find the Firebird, a mythical entity believed to possess power the likes of which the world has never seen. It will be no easy task, but if life as a thief has taught Echo anything, it's how to hunt down what she wants . . . and how to take it.

But some jobs aren't as straightforward as they seem. And this one might just set the world on fire.
 

(Actual Rating  3.8 stars Yes, that Jess (the indecisive one) returns.)

Seeking Saturday's Read #28: Sleep No More, Ruining My Shelves and An Ember To Love

Saturday, 25 April 2015

Curious as to what’s been happening 'round these neck of the woods? I gotcha. Time and I no longer see each other as a defined concept. In fact, we’re so out of tune that I think I missed last week’s seeking saturday’s read. But let’s just roll with it, seeing as it means I just blabber on for a bit longer than usual today. 

The Program #0.5: The Remedy by Suzanne Young

Thursday, 23 April 2015

Publication Date: April 21st 2015
Publisher: Simon Pulse 
Purchase: Book Depository - Amazon - Booktopia
Goodreads Summary: In a world before The Program…

Quinlan McKee is a closer. Since the age of seven, Quinn has held the responsibility of providing closure to grieving families with a special skill—she can “become” anyone.

Recommended by grief counselors, Quinn is hired by families to take on the short-term role of a deceased loved one between the ages of fifteen and twenty. She’s not an exact copy, of course, but she wears their clothes and changes her hair, studies them through pictures and videos, and soon, Quinn can act like them, smell like them, and be them for all intents and purposes. But to do her job successfully, she can’t get attached.

Now seventeen, Quinn is deft at recreating herself, sometimes confusing her own past with those of the people she’s portrayed. When she’s given her longest assignment, playing the role of Catalina Barnes, Quinn begins to bond with the deceased girl’s boyfriend. But that’s only the beginning of the complications, especially when Quinn finds out the truth about Catalina’s death. And the epidemic it could start.


(Jess would have preferred it to be its own, standalone, series) 
Note: It can be read without The Program. Hell, I'd say skip the original series and just go for this one.

Visually Reviewed: Captive by A. J. Grainger

Friday, 10 April 2015

Seeking Saturday's Read #27: Welcome To The New My Reading Dress (It's A Brave New World)

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Excuse the overdramatic title. I couldn't help myself, as always. Assuming that this is going up on time, it would mean that the hiccups have smoothed over and that I managed to stay up all night figuring the hell out of this confusing mess of a situation. This is it. A new generation for My Reading Dress. A rejuvenation. The past two weeks have been quite dramatic, in the movie-montage-of-crazy-changes sense. I pretty much kicked myself out of the bird's nest in order to speed up the learning (self-exploration) process. Coincidentally, I also disappeared for two weeks. So let's catch up:

I detoxed my wardrobes, clearing out all the crap I'll probably get no wear out of (this was more of a necessity, seeing as the doors and whatnot weren't closing and I'll have you know, the hoarder in me broke as I was doing so). I then swore off colour (I live for a palette of black, white and grey now) and the purchasing of any unnecessary pieces of clothing (I had a mullet top, you guys. What is that even?) 

I'm juicing again. Kale still tastes like dung. It's not a happy experience. 

I got the ends of my hair hacked off (by choice, kids) and now I have a permed bob. Or what I like to call hair à la Abba. This was a fuelled by late night uno rounds with a good bottle of wine. My friends will egg me on for anything. How supportive of them. 

I've begun to work on a couple of new features for the blog. Primarily reviewing ones. I can't seem to work out if I'm attempting to cull time spent on reviewing or if I'm just being all creative and whatnot. When I work it out, I'll never tell. I gotta keep some kind of face with it comes to a work ethic ha! 
dan brown binge rn // ramen before cinderella // i remember overeating on this day // blogger meet up 
I've tied my hands together in a bid to halt my propensity to make unnecessary, exuberant purchases. I will now get that high off encouraging others. Same satisfaction, heavier wallet. 

Remember how I asked about Cinderella? Well I watched it. Loved it. Am mesmerised by Madden's beautiful baby blues. Am tempted to continue season 4 of Downton for Lily James. Oh the crushes. 

Just today I got together with a couple of other bloggers (Joy, Laura, Jaz, Francoise) and we finally all got to meet the lovely Jeann! We consumed food, talked books and books and books. And surprisingly a lot about makeup. Man, in another life we should have been makeup bloggers ha! What a pleasure meeting all those fabulous ladies. Man, I'm getting real emotional now, please excuse me. 

I realised what a review backlog I have. Which I've since updated Goodreads with. And I can see why. It was 5 back to back reads with an average rating of 3. I'm currently reading The Remedy by Suzanne Collins, spin off. Saving Francesca because I can't deny the Marchetta wave any longer. And Kiss The Sky because it's just about damn time. 

And lastly, let's not forget the elephant in the room. My Reading Dress has a new banner. It has a new about me page (basically I discuss myself in third person). It has a new layout. And this baby is now a .com. I guess I wanted a more definitive space to reflect me. It feels a bit more personal now. Like my baby. For real. Obviously the whole process has bequeathed me with little to no sleep (which may be why I maimed myself in the eye with my horrendously pointy mascara wand this morning). But it's refreshing. And it fits this new rash and highly volatile me. 

Basically, all decisions were made over the briefest period of time with little to no room for a thought process. It was invigorating, spontaneous and, as all mother's may scold, rather irresponsible. But hell, I like it. So here I am: same, same, but different.


That's the crazy Jess you've missed. Whatever, right? What I really want to know about is you. I want a hug and word vomit. Tell me everything: latest book, latest movie, what's for dinner?