Unf*ck Your Habitat 

Unfuck Your Habitat by Rachel Hoffman


Genre: Non Fiction 

Messiness is not a moral failing.

This book is a work of nonfiction and it’s not your typical self help orginization book. Filled with alot of F bombs, telling you to get off your ass and stop making excuses, this book walks you through the JUST DO of cleaning. While knowing you have a capital M type Mess and willing to work with you. 

I really enjoyed this book and it’s tips and tricks. It also has tips for if your dealing with depression or helping someone with a disability. I highly recommend it. 

There’s also an app for that in the Google Play Store. 


Help Fix the Well

I figured it doesn’t hurt to spread the word. 

(My gent and I on a recent hike)

Last week, the pump/motor went out on the well at my gents house. His disabled mum has been without running water since. Due to her disability, she is on a set income and my gent is attempting to get a loan to cover the $4000 cost. 
I set up a YouCaring. Mainly because I hate asking for help for myself. (Yay depression?) And it’ll help out my potential future mum in law. (We all know I’m going to wife him.) This is my way of being able to help in a sticky, crap financial situation. 
Here’s the linky link: https://www.youcaring.com/myself-792264

Anything helps. At all. I thank you in advance and if you include an address with your donation, you will get a personalized thank you card. 

This is Jerimah, the crusty ricketty cat my gents mom owns. I’ve also been trying to arrange his trip over the Rainbow Bridge. 
It’s during times like this that we are sometimes required to pull up our boot straps and do the thang. By thing, I mean asking for help where it is needed. 


On reading, life, etc…

So my blog turned a year old a few weeks ago. I got the email and kinda forgot about it. Ooops? And it’s crazy what a year can do to a person. 

I fell out of love, removed myself from a toxic situation that spanned 7 years. I moved in with friends so I could get back on my feet, which basically translates to not opening my mail, drinking too much, and letting all my debt go to collections. (This was not a fun time.)

And then I met the love of my life. Long term friends, we went on an akward date, realized we liked each other a whole lot and gave it a go. Turns out we are a perect match and head over heels for each other. He’s also the reason I’ve only finished 7 books so far this year and we’re coming up pretty quick on the month of April. XD Oooops. 

Along with car troubles, trying to get into school, moving at the end of April, and trying to figure out this adulting thing, things are pretty good at the moment. I still volunteer at my local library. My cats are healthy and happy. And I am content with life right now. I had to learn its okay to not be okay. And that’s okay. 

Happy reading, folks. I’m currently making my way through Emma by Jane Austen. 


Our Chemical Hearts

Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland 


Genre: YA Fiction 

‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between shadow and soul.’

I spend alot of time reading YA books. Because I like them and the issues they present and I like to be up to date, so to speak. This one blew me away. 

Henry is a senior at high school and has been selected to be the editor of his HS paper. Alongside the mysterious new girl who takes his breath away and drives him to madness. Grace Town is dark. Mysterious. Gothic. And has secrets. Henry attempts to woo her and discovers that love it not eternal, that love at first sight does not exsist and that life is filled with disappointment. 
I really enjoyed this one because for once, it’s not the male being a dick and emotionally draining. It is through Henry’s perspective and is alot about his idea of love with Grace Town who is mourning her dead boy friend by wearing his clothes and being a genral nut case. To quote Perks:

‘We accept the love we think we deserve.’

This book does not have a happy ending where everything falls into place and everyone lives happily ever after. This is a book that is emotionally raw and true to what love is really like and built on totally believable circumstances and how your first love might not be your last. 

I highly recommend this one. Especially for those who were disappointed by The Fault in Our Stars like I was.


The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath 

The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath 


Genre: Non-fiction/Poetry

I read The Bell Jar recently and really did like it. So I decided to give Plath’s poetry a go because that is why she is most remembered and her legacy.

So it’s hard in general to read a book of poetry front to back and like it. Poems aren’t meant to be read in chronological order or any type of order. There were a few poems that stood out to me (Words in paticular) but I did happen to skim most of this one because I didn’t like how it was presented. 

Poetry is an aquired taste. XD


The Bell Jar 

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath


Genre: Fiction

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing meant losing all the rest, and as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black…

This was my first venture into Plath. Who both lived and died tragically. I have come to understand why young girls start wearing black, extra thick eyeliner, and flock to graveyards while quoting Plath poems. 

This is a beautifully tragic book. Esther Greenwood has it all. The scholarship. The college. The internship in illustrious New York. The grades. And yet, it isn’t enough. She begins to spiral down into the deepest, darkest hole and loses herself in her madness. It is a perfect replica of depression, anxiety, and hitting rock bottom. 

This one did leave off in a happy moment, with Esther set to leave the asylum. So we’ll leave it at that. It is rumored to be autobiographical as Sylvia refused to have it published in the US for fear of her family. A year after she had it published in England, she commited suicide by sticking her head in an oven. Ending her promising life. 

I do recommend this book but know that it is a hard book filled with hard truths.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and werisome that I didn’t say anything. 



Flawed by Cecila Ahern 


Genre: YA Fiction/Dystopian 

No matter what you do in your life, your Flawed title can never be removed. You hold it until death. You suffer the consequences of your one mistake for the rest of your life. Your punishment serves a reminder to others to think before they act.

I spent a good deal crying through this one. 

This is a dystopian YA novel. That horse may have been beaten to death after The Hunger Games, but don’t let that stop you from reading this one. Celestine lives in a black and white mind frame. She is logical. Mathmatical. A problem solver. One day her neighbor is taken as flawed and branded with the mark that will forever identify her as such. This effects Celestine in a way that sets the ball rolling. While on the bus with her perfect boyfriend, she sees an old flawed man enter the bus. The Flawed seats are taken and he is forced to stand. He starts coughing and Celestine begins to freak out. This man is dying and the people aren’t moved. What she does next, sets the motions for a conspiracy and what it means to be flawed. 

This book RUINED me. Once you get past the first chapter of about a billion uses for the word perfect, it will rip your heart out. It will punch you right in the feels. You will sob. 

This book is raw. And believable. For anyone whose tried to be perfect and came up short for whatever reason, this book hits on it hard. You almost forget that it’s a dystopian novel. The conspiracy is intriguing and the plot moves along nicely. It illustrates what it means to a flawed individual. 

None of us are perfect. Let us not pretend that we are. Let us not be afraid that we’re not. Let us not label others and pretend we’re not the same. Let us all know that to be human IS to be flawed, and let us learn from every mistake we made so we don’t make them again.

~Cecila Ahern, afterword