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Restore Me by Tahereh Mafi cover reveal+excerpt

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So this happened. And oh my God I am fangirling so bad right now. This is so gorgeous. What could the cover signify? The fragility of the Reestablishment? Or just Juliette’s rebirth? Is it white because this is a new chance? WHAT IS GOING ON

My first tattoo will probably be an Ignite Me quotation, or just one of the covers if not all of them.

I am too excited for March 2018.

Here is the excerpt

JULIETTE

I don’t wake up screaming anymore. I do not feel ill at the sight of blood. I do not flinch before firing a gun.

I will never again apologize for surviving.

And yet —

I’m startled at once by the sound of a door slamming open. I silence a gasp, spin around, and, by force of habit, rest my hand on the hilt of a semiautomatic hung from a holster at my side.

“J, we’ve got a serious problem.”

Kenji is staring at me — eyes narrowed — his hands on his hips, T-shirt taut across his chest. This is angry Kenji. Worried Kenji. It’s been sixteen days since we took over Sector 45 — since I crowned myself the supreme commander of The Reestablishment — and it’s been quiet. Unnervingly so. Every day I wake up, half terror, half exhilaration, anxiously awaiting the inevitable missives from enemy nations who would challenge my authority and wage war against us — and now, finally, it seems that moment has arrived. So I take a deep breath, crack my neck, and look Kenji in the eye.

“Tell me.”

He presses his lips together. Looks up at the ceiling. “So, okay — the first thing you need to know is that this isn’t my fault, okay? I was just trying to help.”

I falter. Frown. “What?”

“I mean, I knew his punkass was a major drama queen, but this is just beyond ridiculous —”

“I’m sorry — what?” I take my hand off my gun; feel my body unclench. “Kenji, what are you talking about? This isn’t about the war?”

“The war? What? J, are you not paying attention? Your boyfriend is having a freaking conniption right now and you need to go handle his ass before I do.”

I exhale, irritated. “Are you serious? Again with this nonsense? Jesus, Kenji.” I unlatch the holster from my back and toss it on the bed behind me. “What did you do this time?”

“See?” Kenji points at me. “See — why are you so quick to judge, huh, princess? Why assume that I was the one who did something wrong? Why me?” He crosses his arms against his chest, lowers his voice. “And you know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for a while, actually, because I really feel that, as supreme commander, you can’t be showing preferential treatment like this, but clearly —”

Kenji goes suddenly still.

At the creak of the door Kenji’s eyebrows shoot up; a soft click and his eyes widen; a muted rustle of movement and suddenly the barrel of a gun is pressed against the back of his head. Kenji forms shaking fists as he stares at me, his lips making no sound as he mouths the word psychopath over and over again.

The psychopath in question winks at me from where he’s standing, smiling like he couldn’t possibly be holding a gun to the head of our mutual friend. I manage to suppress a laugh.

“Go on,” Warner says, still smiling. “Please tell me exactly how she’s failed you as a leader.”

Hey —” Kenji’s arms fly up in mock surrender. “I never said she failed at anything, okay? And you are clearly overreact —”

Warner knocks Kenji on the side of the head with the weapon. “Idiot.”

Kenji spins around. Yanks the gun out of Warner’s hand. “What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.”

“We were,” Warner says icily. “Until you touched my hair.”

“You asked me to give you a haircut —”

“I said nothing of the sort! I asked you to trim the edges!”

“And that’s what I did.”

This,” Warner says, spinning around so I might inspect the damage, “is not trimming the edges, you incompetent moron —”

I gasp. The back of Warner’s head is a jagged mess of uneven hair; entire chunks have been buzzed off.

Kenji cringes as he looks over his handiwork. Clears his throat. “Well,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I mean — whatever, man, beauty is subjective —”

Warner aims another gun at him.

“Hey!” Kenji shouts. “I am not here for this abusive relationship, okay?” He points at Warner. “I did not sign up for this shit!”

Warner glares at him and Kenji retreats, backing out of the room before Warner has another chance to react; and then, just as I let out a sigh of relief, Kenji pops his head back into the doorway and says

“I think the cut looks cute, actually”

and Warner slams the door in his face.

Welcome to my brand-new life as supreme commander of The Reestablishment.’

Source: EW

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Wintersong {during spring} by S. Jae-Jones

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Title: Wintersong (Wintersong #1)

Author: S. Jae-Jones

All her life, nineteen-year-old Liesl has heard tales of the beautiful, mysterious Goblin King. He is the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground, and the muse around which her music is composed. Yet, as Liesl helps shoulder the burden of running her family’s inn, her dreams of composition and childish fancies about the Goblin King must be set aside in favor of more practical concerns.

But when her sister Käthe is taken by the goblins, Liesl journeys to their realm to rescue her sister and return her to the world above. The Goblin King agrees to let Käthe go—for a price. The life of a maiden must be given to the land, in accordance with the old laws. A life for a life, he says. Without sacrifice, nothing good can grow. Without death, there can be no rebirth. In exchange for her sister’s freedom, Liesl offers her hand in marriage to the Goblin King. He accepts.

Down in the Underground, Liesl discovers that the Goblin King still inspires her—musically, physically, emotionally. Yet even as her talent blossoms, Liesl’s life is slowly fading away, the price she paid for becoming the Goblin King’s bride. As the two of them grow closer, they must learn just what it is they are each willing to sacrifice: her life, her music, or the end of the world.

OKAY maybe I miss winter…or not. But I’ve seen so many pictures on bookstagram and everyone was talking about this book, so I said…Okay, I need something I can let down from my hands to focus on homework.

I hope you can hear my sarcastic tone because I.COULD.NOT.PUT.IT.DOWN. I’ve finished it in one day and I am pleaseantly surprised. I haven’t watched the Labyrinth movie with David Bowie as the Goblin King, but maybe I’ll watch it soon.

So, the book.

After I’ve read the first part of the book, I thought it was really irrelevant, but it was a preparing tool for Elisabeth’s character development. Also, it made me doubt the Goblin King. (only a little, I swear that guy has double personality)

In some parts, this book reminded me of A Court of Thorns and Roses, don’t ask me why. Just that it’s heavily magical, this really mysterious guy (okay, ACOMAF…)

Liesl is not your typical princess. She is just so vulnerable, but at the same time very strong. Magical, but real.

The reader can easily identify with these flawless characters, I just love it.

As a new author, this is one of the best debuts.

And, the books is going to be translated in my native language:

‘Some of you have been asking me about whether or not there will be foreign editions of Wintersong, to which I can say Yes! Wintersong will be published in the following territories: Hungary Czech Republic Brazil Germany Turkey Romania’

I am really excited to read the second book. Definitely a fan of this author. I cried like a baby and her writing style is really well-crafted. Very poetic.

A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick,” I said.“I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness.

The kiss is sweeter than sin and fiercer than temptation. I am not gentle, I am not kind; I am rough and wild and savage.

There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sort
of music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free.

I am not a saint; I am a sinner. I want to sin again and
again and again.

If I were a burning smolder, he was the poker, stirring
me into flames.

+the rest of the book.

★★★★★/★★★★★

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