You know you have a good book going when you completely forget everything going on around you.
Tonight we had a little excitement in the house. Our lovely cat Radar got a hold of a field mouse. A live field mouse. A live field mouse that he was torturing. It took me a minute to figure out what was happening and then once I figured it out I lost my shit.
“Mouse!” I screamed. “Mouse in the house!”
Hubby runs into the living room. Radar and field mouse go nuts, the poor mouse trying to get away, Radar trying to catch the mouse and both me and Hubby trying to get both creatures under control..all while the toddler is hysterically laughing. “Mouse, mouse!” she gleefully shrieks.
In the end, I couldn’t save the mouse from his fate but at least we managed to get the two animals out onto the porch away from tiny little toddler eyes. It was bad enough that when everything was over she kept walking around asking about the mouse.
Every morning, seventeen-year-old Maria Anís Rosario takes the subway an hour from her boisterous and close-knit family in Queens to her private high school on the Upper East Side, where she struggles to fit in as one of the only Latina students—until Rocky welcomes her into this new life. White, rebellious, and ignored by her wealthy parents, Rocky uses her money toward one goal: to get away with anything. To Maria, it’s a dazzling privilege.
As a bond develops between these unlikely friends, neither can see what they share most—jealousy and the desire for each other’s lives. But crackling under the surface of their seemingly supportive alliance, the girls begin to commit little betrayals as they strive to get closer to their ideals regardless of the consequences.
Told from the perspectives of Maria, Rocky, and their fathers, They Could Have Named Her Anything explores the heartfelt expectation of what it means to live up to the name you’ve been given and the more rewarding discovery of what really matters
This was a complicated book for me to wrap my head around. On the surface, it wasn’t a complicated story, in fact, it was one of those stories that have been written again and again. But on a deeper level, there’s a lot more going on. Maria is struggling to decide her place in the world. Does she belong with her working family, or the white collared world of her prep school. Is she suppose to embrace her Hispanic background, or hide that part away when she is at school.
I wanted to like and root for Maria, but she doesn’t make liking her easy. She makes decisions that are aggravating. She uses her friends in ways that will benefit herself.
The other characters, minus Maria’s father, were also equally unlikable or complicated. Rocky put up walls so she is not seen as anything but a rich girl. Charlie, Rocky’s father, is a creep.
I gave this book an average rating, which I think was more from the state of mind I was in at the time but I’m not sure if it is a fair assessment. The writing was well above average. The characters, despite not being likeable, were well developed. All the elements of an above novel were in there but I just felt indifferent.
I hope the next book up for review (whenever that will be) will be better. I somehow ended up with five books going as once so it might be awhile to get through them.
I had a bad night of tossing and turning Sunday night. i am taking responsibility as I drank way too much wine before bed, but I am not taking responsibility for my husband’s snoring. So today was a long day. I fell asleep on the couch around 6pm for an hour or so and now I am trying to watch a bit of tv, maybe a movie, before going to sleep at my normal time. Let’s see how well this works.
Cassie McDowell’s life in 1980s Minnesota seems perfectly wholesome. She lives on a farm, loves school, and has a crush on the nicest boy in class. Yes, there are her parents’ strange parties and their parade of deviant guests, but she’s grown accustomed to them.
All that changes when someone comes hunting in Lilydale.
One by one, local boys go missing. One by one, they return changed—violent, moody, and withdrawn. What happened to them becomes the stuff of shocking rumors. The accusations of who’s responsible grow just as wild, and dangerous town secrets start to surface. Then Cassie’s own sister undergoes the dark change. If she is to survive, Cassie must find her way in an adult world where every sin is justified, and only the truth is unforgivable.
The review almost never happened. I finished reading this today at work, added it onto Goodreads but it didn’t save properly. So fast forward to tonight, sat down with my laptop and realize that my book was nowhere to be found on Goodreads. I had deleted it off my Kindle app. I couldn’t remember the author or title. So I almost decided to skip…but I found it in my Amazon archive so you’re welcome.
I struggled with this novel. It was a horror story, so I guess I should have been prepared for it to be creepy but honestly…this book was creepy on a much different way then I anticipated. The plot wasn’t all that bad, especially as not much happens on that front until the very last 10% of the book. The real creep factor took place right in Cassie’s own home. I honestly don’t want to get into it too much as if you do want to read it I don’t want to spoil it for you but be forewarned, it can be triggering for some people.
I gave this a rating of three stars as I thought some aspects of this book were really well done (characters were well written for example) but I felt it dragged all the way until the end so there was a conclusion for one aspect of this book but not closure for the most important parts of this book.
“Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends – maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.” ― Stephen King, It
“Memories: some can be sucker punching, others carry you forward; some stay with you forever, others you forget on your own. You can’t really know which ones you’ll survive if you don’t stay on the battlefield, bad times shooting at you like bullets. But if you’re lucky, you’ll have plenty of good times to shield you.” ― Adam Silvera, More Happy Than Not