I swoon over fictional men



‘The Last Werewolf’ Glen Duncan


For two centuries Jacob Marlowe has wandered the world, enslaved by his lunatic appetites and tormented by the memory of his first and most monstrous crime. Now, the last of his kind, he knows he can’t go on. But as Jake counts down to suicide, a violent murder and an extraordinary meeting plunge him straight back into the desperate pursuit of life.


Okay, so I saw the words ‘werewolf’ and ‘sexy’ and I was like:

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You know me, I do love a bit of the ol’ paranormal romance and thought I’d gotten myself a pretty sweet deal when I bought The Last Werewolf for £1.99 from a local charity shop.

I have very mixed feelings about this book, though, which is the first in the Last Werewolf trilogy. All paranormal romance jokes aside, it was refreshing to read a book in which the werewolf myth hadn’t been romanticized. The extended life of Jacob Marlowe hasn’t been one filled with passion and mystery. Instead, it’s been filled with guts and gore aplenty and he isn’t portrayed as some dark, brooding, torn-up antihero. I was going to say that once a month, he falls victim to his inner beast, but that would be incorrect. Marlowe isn’t a victim. He is very accepting of the fact that he has to do what he does in order to survive, regardless of whether or not his victim is an innocent. His narrative is raw and honest and despite everything, I admire him, as a character, for it. He’s a character that lurks in the murky grey area between the stereotypical ‘good guy’ and ‘bad guy’. He doesn’t necessarily show remorse for the brutal deaths of his victims, yet he donates his money towards worthy causes. He isn’t inherently good nor inherently evil. He’s simply imperfect just like the rest of us.

However, I had a trying time following his narrative. The Last Werewolf is written from a first person perspective and while this is often something that can be employed effectively, I found it somewhat tedious within this book. Marlowe seemed to go on a rather roundabout way of telling the reader something and while it’s always good to be able stretch out a story, I found it was a just a bit too stretched out for my own personal liking. I found that by the time Marlowe actually made his point, I had usually lost interest.

I feel it’s my duty to offer a quick heads up to anyone who’s considering reading The Last Werewolf. It’s quite gory and the descriptions are often somewhat graphic. Approach with caution if you’re a bit squeamish like me!

Overall, The Last Werewolf is a fresh and modern take on the werewolf myth and while it wasn’t my cup of tea, I can definitely understand why it received the endorsements that it did.

Rating: 2 out of 5

Song: The Tragically Hip’s I’m a werewolf, baby 


This book is available on Amazon in e-reader and paperback format.

‘Let Them Eat Chaos’ Kate Tempest


Let Them Eat Chaos, Kate Tempest’s new long poem written for live performance and heard on the album release of the same name, is both a powerful sermon and a moving play for voices. Seven neighbours inhabit the same London street, but are all unknown to each other. The clock freezes in the small hours, and, one by one, we see directly into their lives: lives that are damaged, disenfranchised, lonely, broken, addicted, and all, apparently, without hope. Then a great storm breaks over London, and brings them out into the night to face each other – and their last chance to connect. Tempest argues that our alienation from one another has bred a terrible indifference to our own fate, but she counters this with a plea to challenge the forces of greed which have conspired to divide us, and mend the broken home of our own planet while we still have time. Let Them Eat Chaos is a cri de coeur and a call to action, and, both on the page and in Tempest’s electric performance, one of the most powerful poetic statements of the year.


The first page of this poem begins by describing our sun, drawing our attention to the fact that, “amongst all this space” it is nothing more than a “speck of light in the furthest corner”. Kate Tempest then moves on to the planets circling the sun, “held in their intricate dance”, capturing our attention once more with the notion of “our Earth“.

Our. Earth. 

A place that is home to over 7 billion people and yet, despite being nothing more than a grain of sand in the infinity of this universe, is one of the loneliest places to be. This Earth is ours; it doesn’t belong to me or you, or the guy down the road. Hell, it doesn’t belong to Donald Trump, although I’m sure he would like it to. It is ours. This Earth is a gift to all 7 billion of us and yet, looking around , you wouldn’t think that, would you? Tempest talks about the “myth of the individual”, something that has rendered us “disconnected, lost and pitiful”. We’re divided by race, religion, gender and class and there are those who deem themselves above all others and focus only on themselves and their own. The rich get richer and sit glued to their wide-screen TVs, blind to the suffering of the billions of others around them. The world is crumbling around us and we sit by and do nothing, believing that if we’re okay, everything is okay.

In Kate Tempest’s Let The Eat Chaos, her message is simple; nothing is okay. This poem, a piece written to be read aloud and which has an album accompaniment, strikes its listeners down with the brutal honesty of its message. Throughout the 72 pages of this poem, we meet seven seemingly different individuals, all living on the same street and all unable to sleep. They’re of different genders, different ages and different sexual orientations, and yet they are all alike in a way that they cannot imagine.

They are all damaged and lonely and they’re too wrapped up in their own lives to realise that others are as well. The whole Earth, our Earth, is damaged, in fact and we vehemently deny this, “staring at the screen so we don’t have to see the planet die”.

Tempest ominously warns that “a roaring storm is coming” but people – such as the seven individuals of Let Them Eat Chaos – “are too concerned with their own thoughts to think about the weather”.

Delivered in fast-paced, emotive and engaging verse, Let Them Eat Chaos is a stark warning of the dark future we face if we don’t change our ways.

Rating: 4 out of 5

Song: Not so much a song, but check out the album trailer here.


This book is available on Amazon in e-book and paperback format.

‘Home to Roost’ Chauncey Rogers


When Brad is sent to live with the other chickens, his life of ease is transformed into one of struggle–for friendship, for love, for survival. But when everything he’s accomplished teeters on the edge of destruction, Brad discovers that the true struggle is against evil itself, and it may be a fight that is impossible for him to win.

Inspired by a true story, Home to Roost is touching, beautiful, and dark; a powerful debut novel.


So, Chauncey emailed me a while back, asking if I would like to read Home to Roost. The epic-sounding blurb intrigued me and this intrigue only deepened when Chauncey told me that people had “cried over” the book’s main character, a little rooster called Brad.

I will hold my hands up and say I was a little skeptical at first. I mean, sure, I’m a vegetarian but would a chicken really reduce me to tears? I wasn’t so sure, but…

I have never been so wrong in my life (well, maybe once or twice before, like that time when I thought cutting my hair when drunk was a the greatest idea ever) 

In fact, I cried at multiple points throughout this incredible book. What starts off as a simple story about a rooster trying to integrate with his new flock soon spirals into something much, much darker. There are so many different elements to this novel. There’s the horror aspect; the creature that howls in the deep dead of night, its mournful call chilling those who hear it down to the bone. There’s the exploration into the societal hierarchies that rule us all and the constant battle each and every individual – including Brad and Red, and Smokey the dog – faces against the powers that try to hold us back, that try to keep us from happiness and diminish the power and control we wield over our own lives. Home to Roost also looks at the seduction of vengeance and how far people will go to exact it upon those who have wronged them.

For a book that is seemingly about chickens, Home to Roost is a deeply complex novel and one of the many things I loved so much about it was the fact it wasn’t written as a parody. Despite Brad being a teeny tiny rooster, I found myself completely and utterly compelled by him and his life. The way in which this novel has been written meant that I could empathize with Brad and could experience the wide range of emotions felt by him.

In regards to the actual written style, Home to Roost is a beautifully-written, easy-to-read novel. The descriptions are detailed and emotive, yet not overly so, so I found the flow and pace of it to be just right.

To use the old cliché, this book is one hell of a page turner. I finished the final quarter in one sitting and kept finding myself staring at the words, seeing the events unfold within my mind, eyes wide and my hand covering my mouth to mask my shock and horror. I won’t reveal any spoilers but all I will say is the final few chapters are intense!

Easily one of the best reads of 2017 so far!

Rating: 10/5…I mean, 5/5

Song: Rage Against The Machine’s Take the power back 


This book is available on Amazon in e-reader and paperback format.


‘After Supper Ghost Stories’ Jerome K. Jerome


As they relax after dinner on Christmas Eve, the members of a family and their guests turn to telling ghost stories. These ghoulish accounts range from the melancholy to the macabre, and get increasingly bizarre as the ghosts leap out of the tales and make an appearance in the family’s home. Fact and fiction, the real and unreal collide, until the reader is not sure who is haunting whom.A masterful work of comic horror, Jerome K. Jerome’s After-Supper Ghost Stories is a witty look at why Christmas Eve is so perfect for ghost stories and why ghosts love the Yuletide season.


I found the cover for the Alma Classics edition of After Supper Ghost Stories enticing. With its off-white swirls and flourishes upon a simple black background, it screamed “Intense, melodramatic, Gothic Victorian literature”, something akin to Bram Stoker’s Dracula or Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. 

Well, After Supper Ghost Stories –  which is an anthology that takes its title from the longest story among its pages – is melodramatic and it’s certainly Victorian, having first been published in 1891, but it’s a far cry from the Gothic style so popular during the 19th century.

Jerome (whose first name was apparently also his surname. Weird, right?) strikes me as something of a forward thinker. When we think of British Victorian gentlemen, we think of cigars and a stiff upper lip and all that jazz, but Jerome’s written style is quite informal. While reading stories such as Evergreens, Clocks and Tea Kettles, it put me in mind of a stand up comedian. I could just picture Jerome (pictured below) stood upon a stage, a glass of port in one hand, a pipe in the other, bantering with an ever-chuckling audience, his wit and sarcasm shining through his words.


Each of his stories is quite satirical in nature. After Supper Ghost Stories, for example, is a parody of the traditional ghost story, with all the stereotyped characters you find in any spooky tale, modern or classic. There’s the ‘skeptic’, the one who doesn’t believe in the haunting and tries to disprove their peers’ claims by sleeping in the haunted bedroom. There’s the ‘plucky’ character, the one who decides to investigate the ghostly happenings alone and so on and so on. The satirical nature of the stories made for an amusing read, but that was about it.

The anthology as a whole was mildly amusing and there were some interesting ideas. For example, I found The New Utopia to be a fascinating exploration into how easily a utopia can morph into a dystopia and how a true utopia would be impossible to achieve. One of my favourite instances of Jerome’s dry-humoured observations on the hypocrisy of Victorian society occurred within this story. There’s a scene where a group of would-be philosophers are talking about how class divides should be abolished, rendering everyone equal, and one of the philosophers, in the same breath, orders for their waiter to bring “green chartreuse and more cigars”. This single line, though simple, is a scathing criticism on the hypocrisy of upper class Victorian citizens who, for want of a better phrase, were all bark but no bite, who had all these idealistic notions but were reluctant to implement them.

However, this collection of stories failed to keep my overall interest. Aside from the titular story and The New Utopia, I found the stories were not so much stories, but more ramblings that would go off on confusing, seemingly unrelated tangents. I can appreciate how Jerome’s work has stood the test of time – he was definitely a talented writer – but his work just isn’t for me, I’m afraid.

Rating: 2 out of 5

Song: Not so much a song, but this is pretty much the sound of my mind wandering while trying to focus on this book.


This book is available to buy on Amazon in both paperback and e-reader format.

‘Misery’ Stephen King


Misery Chastain was dead. Paul Sheldon had just killed her – with relief, with joy. Misery had made him rich; she was the heroine of a string of bestsellers. And now he wanted to get on to some real writing.

That’s when the car accident happened, and he woke up in pain in a strange bed. But it wasn’t the hospital. Annie Wilkes had pulled him from the wreck, brought him to her remote mountain home, splinted and set his mangled legs.

The good news was that Annie was a nurse and has pain-killing drugs. The bad news was that she was Paul’s Number One Fan. And when she found out what Paul had done to Misery, she didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all. And now he had to bring Misery back to life. Or else . . .


Have I ever described a book as ‘brutal’ in any of my reviews? Nope, didn’t think I had. Well, there’s a first time for everything…

Misery is brutal.

But I mean that as a compliment. It’s been so long time since a book has had me recoiling back in my chair, my mouth hanging agape as I frantically re-read a sentence just to be 100% certain I’ve read what I think I’ve just read.

Misery is something of a slow burner. The real action – the shit hitting the fan, so to speak – doesn’t begin until about three quarters of the way through the novel when Annie gets impossibly more sadistic in her actions. However, the slowness of the plot until that point really builds the anticipation. Annie’s past is fed to us in dribs and drabs, allowing us to piece together who she is and what she’s done…or, at least, who we think she is and what she’s done. The truth behind Annie is far more horrifying, horrifying in only a way Stephen King – the true master of horror – can conceive of.

I sometimes feel like I’m too innocent for Stephen King’s books. For example, there’s a scene where (teeny tiny spoiler alert) Annie forces Paul to drink dirty water from a mop bucket (a scene throughout which I kept picturing the mop bucket in the kitchen at work and, consequently, kept retching a bit more than ever so slightly) and thought to my naive self, Oh dear, it can’t get much worse than this can it?

Oh yes it can. Dear god and sweet mother o’ Jesus, yes it can. I can just picture Stephen King laughing at my earlier thoughts, patting me on the head and saying “Oh Jazz, you really are funny!

There are certain books you read and you find yourself chuckling at the absurdity of the situation the characters find themselves in, but this is far from the case with Misery. Misery is graphic to the point where you can almost feel the pain, fear and helplessness that Paul experiences. They say reading makes us better people because it teaches us empathy and all I can say is this; if you need lessons in empathy, this is the book for you. Everything Paul sees, hears, smells and feels, you as a reader will see, hear, smell and feel too. There were certain points during Misery where I actually had to close the book for a few moments and just breathe, just remind myself that I wasn’t locked in Annie’s spare room.

I like Paul as a protagonist for two main reasons. One, his dry sense of humour is hilarious. Two, he’s believable. So often in novels, protagonists develop this hero complex and feel the need to put themselves in dangerous situations when they’re already in a bloody dangerous situation to begin with (danger within danger…dangception?). Paul doesn’t, though. He’s intelligent enough to understand that any plan he attempts to see through will have potentially dire consequences and, as a result, he often backs out of a plan if he deems it too risky. He’s not a hero. He’s just a man fighting to stay alive. As much as we like to pretend we’d drop kick Annie (well, maybe not with mangled legs) at the first chance we got, we have to be honest and say we’d probably be Paul-like in our actions. It’s a very human desire, the need to survive, and Paul demonstrates that there’s no shame in this.

Misery is a gripping, harrowing story of a man’s fight for survival. I wouldn’t recommend it for the fainthearted, but it’s a fantastic read if you enjoy horror of the human kind. So often we think horror lies in ghosts, vampires or werewolves, when in actuality, it’s a by-product of the more negative side of humanity.

Rating: 5 out of 5 (I sometimes worry I’m too liberal with my 5s, but I think I just have a fantastic taste in books)

Song: Paramore’s Misery Business


This book is available on Amazon in both e-reader and paperback format.


‘What she left’ T. R. Richmond


Alice Salmon
young, smart, ambitious –
with her whole life ahead of her.
Until the night she mysteriously drowns.

Nobody knows how or why.

But Alice left a few clues:
her diary, texts, emails, and presence on social media

Alice is gone but fragments of the life she led remain – and in them might lie the answer to what really happened to her – if only someone can piece it all together before it vanishes for ever . . .

underlinetransparentIt’s not often that I read thrillers but in keeping with my 2017 ‘Refuse to read only paranormal romance’ challenge, I decided to steal What she left from my mum after hearing her talk about how much she had enjoyed it. My mum and I don’t agree on everything – ie. whether or not the moon landings were faked – but we can both agree upon a good book when we see one.

What she left is an extremely modern novel. In the 21st century, privacy is an alien concept in many respects. Everything we are and everything we do can be uncovered with a few clicks of the mouse and as a result, we leave a digital trail in our wake. T. R. Richmond addresses what these digital trails reveal about a person and how no secret can remain truly secret in the modern age.

It’s not only a modern novel in regards to its themes, though. The narrative style is fresh and innovative; the entirety of  this book is an amalgamation of Twitter posts, emails, diary entries, letters and blog posts. Sure, it does get a little confusing as the narrative is constantly jumping between years, but I still think it’s an effective method of narration. These exchanges between the various characters are so personal and as a result, these characters feel like real people. T. R. Richmond must have understood the risk he was taking with such a unusual narrative, but I think it’s certainly a risk that paid off well.

No one is perfect and this is a harsh truth highlighted within the pages of What she left. The events immediately preceding Alice’s death are shrouded in mystery (initially anyway – no spoilers from me!), and one thing that the novel demonstrates is how when we allow our flaws to overcome us, even the tiniest of actions can contribute towards a much bigger, far more devastating outcome. Flaws are an inherent part of being human and each of Alice’s acquaintances – be they her family or friends – possesses one major flaw, if not several. There are characters driven to the brink of sanity by obsession. Characters who lash out with more than just words while in the grips of jealousy…and it’s these flaws that, combined, lead to Alice’s untimely and tragic death.

What she left is addictive. This book is almost like a puzzle, each piece of Alice’s trail slotting together to form an ending that I can guarantee you won’t see coming.

Rating: 4 out of 5

Song: Nightwish’s Dark Chest of Wonders 


This book is available on Amazon in both paperback and e-reader format.

‘The Man Who Fell to Earth’ Walter Tevis


Thomas Jerome Newton is an extraterrestrial from the planet Anthea, which has been devastated by a series of nuclear wars, and whose inhabitants are twice as intelligent as human beings. When he lands on Earth – in Kentucky, disguised as a human – it’s with the intention of saving his own people from extinction. Newton patents some very advanced Anthean technology, which he uses to amass a fortune. He begins to build a spaceship to help the last 300 Antheans migrate to Earth. Meanwhile, Nathan Bryce, a chemistry professor in Iowa, is intrigued by some of the new products Newton’s company brings to the market, and already suspects Newton of being an alien. As Bryce and the FBI close in, Newton finds his own clarity and sense of purpose diminishing.


I’m gonna be honest and say I’m not 100% sure where to begin with this review. As with many books I’ve been reading recently, I had no idea what to expect when I picked up The Man Who Fell to Earth. I’ve tried to read sci-fi classics in the past and have often found that they go straight over my head in terms of the meaning behind their words.

It took me a good couple of days to get settled into this book. The narrative shifts between the characters and combined with cultural references from an era I never saw, I will be honest and say I initially found it very confusing. Newton intrigued me, no doubt about that, and I wanted to know more, to understand his motives and to learn his history, but in terms of the written style, I felt way out of my depth.

But let’s hark back to my use of the word ‘initially’. By the time I reached the final pages, my heart felt like it had been pulverized and tears were brimming in my eyes when I read the poignant two lines that conclude this fantastic little book.

The Man Who Fell to Earth isn’t a flying-around-space-shooting-bad-guys-with-lasers kind of book. It’s a quiet, dignified contemplation of the human condition and the many flaws existing within it, all shown from the perspective of a newly landed alien and the people who witness these flaws being mirrored right back at them through Newton.

Newton – poor, sweet, fragile Newton who I just want hug – arrives on this planet, harboring hopes of saving both his people and the people of Earth. The plan he puts into action is set to take years and as these years pass, Newton adapts to his new environment and adopts humanity’s ways.

The tragedy comes when he becomes just a little bit too human.

The Man Who Fell to Earth is a relatively short novel, spanning the breadth 185 pages, so I can’t say too much more without revealing any major spoilers! I will say this, though; everyone needs to read this, even if they’re not a sci fi fan. The Man Who Fell to Earth reveals painfully harsh truths about humanity and, to quote Ken MacLeod in his introduction to the edition I read, “what makes it literature is its honesty”.

Heartbreaking and still relevant, The Man Who Fell to Earth is an unassuming masterpiece.

Rating: 5 out of 5

Song: Elton John’s Rocket Man (I felt David Bowie would be too easy a choice haha)


This book is available on Amazon in both e-reader and paperback format.



‘The Darkest Passion’ Gena Showalter


His anger is his power For weeks, the immortal warrior Aeron has sensed an invisible female presence. An angel – demon assassin – has been sent to kill him. Or has she? Olivia claims she fell from the heavens, giving up immortality because she couldn’t bear to harm him.

But trusting Olivia will endanger them all. How has this “mortal” with the huge blue eyes already unleashed Aeron’s darkest passion? Now, with an enemy hot on his trail and his faithful demon companion determined to remove Olivia from his life, Aeron is trapped between duty and consuming desire.

Worse still, a new executioner has been sent to do the job Olivia wouldn’t…

underlinetransparentI’d put off reading the next installment in the Lords of the Underworld series simply because I wasn’t, to be British and polite about it, over keen on Aeron. After the whole Danika thing (which admittedly wasn’t really his fault), I couldn’t imagine anyone being capable of inducing sentimental feelings within this hulking rage machine.

Having finally grabbed The Darkest Passion from the shelves, I opened up onto the first page and immediately became immersed within this intricate universe once more. The character building within this series is second to none; each and every character – be they good or bad/morally confused – is unique and memorable. Consequently, it’s so very easy to develop non-fictional feelings for fictional characters (ie. the pain I feel whenever I witness poor Paris’ suffering) and because of this, I found The Darkest Passion was a great opportunity to catch up on some of my favorites (Gideon fans, don’t raise your hands!).

However, while a great read, this isn’t my favorite book in the series so far. Don’t get me wrong, Olivia is sweet and her cluelessness makes for some hilariously awkward moments and Aeron, though pretty terrifying, is gentle, protective and kind…

…but I sometimes feel like I read the same story again and again with paranormal romance reads. 1) Girl meets boy (albeit immortal, powerful boy), 2) They fall in love but try to deny their feelings, 3) They finally realize their passion for one another cannot be contained, 4) Someone else doesn’t want them to be together, 5) One of them is killed, 6) Someone weeps to and pleads with the gods, 7) Against all odds, the murdered lover is resurrected and last but not least, 8) They finally end up together.

Sure, there are certain plots that can be relied upon again and again and can be guaranteed to produce a good story, but on the flip side, it can also make that very same story extremely predictable and one thing that I enjoy as a reader is being kept on my toes. If I can easily predict the events of the next chapter, then this doesn’t happen.

The Darkest Passion is great in so many ways – the characterization, the dialogue and interaction between the characters, the world building etc – but I found it to be very predictable. Previous books – like Sabin’s book and the twist regarding Gwen’s parentage – are full of twists and turns, so my slight disappointment with The Darkest Passion hasn’t put me off the series in any way at all.

Rating: 3 out of 5

Song: Eurythmics’ There must be an angel (playing with my heart)


This book is available on Amazon in e-reader and paperback format.

‘The princess saves herself in this one’ Amanda Lovelace


From Amanda Lovelace, a poetry collection in four parts: the princess, the damsel, the queen, and you. The first three sections piece together the life of the author while the final section serves as a note to the reader. This moving book explores love, loss, grief, healing, empowerment, and inspiration.


In England, there’s this vile substance called Marmite. It’s thick and it’s pungent…and some people actually have the stomach to smear it in their sandwiches. The advertising slogan for this poison, however, is “You either love it or hate it” and I very much feel that this is something that can be applied to micropoetry, which is essentially poetry that is short enough to be shared on social media platforms such as Twitter and Instagram, or via SMS.

I was reading through reviews for books such as the princess saves herself in this one and Rupi Kaur’s milk & honey and amidst all the positive four and five star reviews, I saw the odd comment about how they weren’t ‘real’ poetry, simply because some of the poems were a mere one or two lines. I fully appreciate that everyone has their own views on these matters and are entitled to these views…but what is ‘real’ poetry? A brief online search throws up many definitions for the term ‘poetry’, but I’m going to refer to the first one that popped up on my screen: “literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.” If we were to judge a poem on its ‘realness’ by this definition, then the works of Amanda Lovelace and Rupi Kaur most definitely fall under the umbrella term that is ‘poetry’. Poetry, for me, is about expressing yourself and touching the hearts and minds of others through your words. the princess saves herself in this one 100% achieves this and if we refer back to the Marmite analogy, I most definitely ‘love it’.

the princess saves herself in this one is divided into four sections;  I. the princess, II. the damsel, III. the queen and IV. you. I. the princess in particular was, at times, difficult to read. It details the trauma that defines too many people’s childhoods, but by the time I reached the third section, I saw that even though life wasn’t perfect, it was better. Amanda is quite honest in saying that not that everything that breaks you makes you stronger, but the fact that things improve somewhat is enough. It’s raw, brutally honest poetry. It doesn’t dilly dally about with overly flowery language. It simply gets straight to the heart of the matter and sometimes that is exactly what we, readers and writers alike, need.

The inclusion of the fourth and final section, IV. you, turns a great anthology into a fantastic anthology. Amanda talks directly to us through this section, turning her pain and experience into something that can help others. There are certain poems that I actually sticky noted (it’s a verb now, okay?) because I knew I’d be turning back to them at certain points. I used to have a really unhealthy attitude towards my body as a teenager and even though I love my current body for the most part, jiggly bits and all, I still find the odd negative thought creeping into my head when I look in the mirror. The next time that happens, it’ll be this piece I turn to:

if you ever

look at

your reflection

& feel the desire

to tell yourself


you’re not

good enough

beautiful enough

skinny enough

curvy enough


then  i think

it’s about time

you smashed

that mirror

to bits,


don’t you?

the princess saves herself in this one, Amanda Lovelace, page 175.


Excited to read Amanda’s next collection, the witch doesn’t burn in this one!

Rating: 5 out of 5

Song: Two Steps From Hell’s The fire in her eyes


This book is available on Amazon in both paperback and e-reader format.

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