The Chronicles of Moxie || Episode Two


Episode One: check.

Episode Two: checking it off right now.

This was when I started to see a bit of the funny side to puppyhood. Just a bit. Most of the time, I was knee-deep in poo bags, dog hair and a serious case of comparison-itis.

This spans our adventures from ten to twelve weeks old.

Let’s get started!

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The Chronicles of Moxie :: Episode Two

Or Doxie: if the dog school instructor is talking to her.

Or Maxie: because people keep assuming she is a boy and I guess that’s a more manly name.

Or T-Rex: because one time I was joking and the woman didn’t realise.

Whatever her name is, she is definitely alive, all 6.9kg-up-to-date-on-her-rabies-vaccine of her, and – I like to think – happy and well. I did have to Google “Is my puppy happy?” to double-check that claim, and I’m still suspicious when I can hear her belting out a bark (or ten) in the elevator as Kris takes her out to go pee-pee. I look forward to the days of complete bladder control and when a certain someone realises that you cannot call the elevator by the power of bark alone.

But, we are at the big twelve weeks! We are vaccinated, we have moved up to Puppy Class at the dog school (you know, the one where we have to do stuff) and we, dare I jinx it, might even be bonding now.

 So here it is: weeks ten to twelve, in puppy-themed anecdotes.


Google it.

The most popular search term in the last two weeks: “Is my puppy the devil?”.

Closely followed by “does my puppy hate me?”, “why does my puppy love my husband more?” and the classic “is my puppy broken?”.

Oh and let’s not forget “I yelled at my puppy, will she hate me forever?”.

Turns out, the puppy is not broken (just an arsehole at times), she only turns into the Devil between 8:30 and 9:30pm which is solved by a biscuit and a helpful suggestion that someone needs to take her butt to “bed” and well, sometimes it’s OK to yell at the puppy because dammit, I am human and I really cannot afford to fix my camera.

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Dog school it.

Dog school has been eventful, frustrating and a lot of fun. Mostly, just eventful.

We finished our last Cubs Class (for the 8-12 week-ers) and, a certain someone, got told off. Again. In my head I imagined the interaction between her and the other fluffy-dude to go something like this: “Bow to me peasant, for I am Moxie: Queen of the Dogs!”. Or she was channelling her inner dog-feminist and going for something like “I fight for equality. I fight for more toys. More treats. Bigger toys. Toys that come in any colour but pink! Did I mention more treats? Also bigger treats!”. 

In reality she decided to take that little boy down with all available teeth and paws, and then wee on the instructor from the shock of suddenly being in the air. It was definitely not very lady-like. And she has officially been labelled as a lady who likes to “play hard”.

You know what they say: play hard or go home. Turns out, most of the puppies in class are the go home variety. Losers.

Now that we have moved up to the Puppy One Class, this has curbed some of her desire to transform into the Lady Of Light Galadriel and re-enact that scene from Lord Of The Rings yelling “all shall love me and despair!”. It’s good to be a middle-sized dog again, instead of one of the biggest puppies.

That and we also have ourselves a 20 minute walk before we even get to the dog school and, if we are lucky, a bit of time to run about in the play area before the other pups show up. It takes the edge off our energy so we run and play like everyone else instead of like we’ve just dropped a couple of grams of amphetamines (that is probably the most gangster thing I have ever said).

If that doesn’t ooze responsible dog owner I don’t know what does – that was a joke. I do know.

On the flip side, that was the only successful thing to happen at Puppy One. The rest of our first class was spent laying on our belly eating mud. Or licking the grass. Or licking the mud, Or staring at every dog she could lay eyes on and probably chanting “dogs! dogs! dogs!” in her head.

I keep personifying my dog. I know. I need more sleep. I know. 

No amount of sweet-talking or bribery was getting that girl to do anything other than get up to taste another morsel of mud. After 45 minutes, my sweet talking had progressed from “Moxie! Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!” to “park that butt on the floor you giant embarrassment”. In the end, we gave up with the clicker and treats and went for a stick instead, “oh! Now you can sit! What a shocking revelation, you little butthead”. All said in the sweetest and most positive of child-like voices, of course.

The one thing she did well was running straight to me when the instructor let her go. Luckily she heard my inner monologue of “don’t you dare nip my ankle as you run past me Kraken-face”.

On Monday morning, I pulled out the kibble, stood in front of the house (cars and distractions galore) and we got our training on. I told her she knew her stuff.

I am now referring to dogs as The Kraken’s distraction-kryptonite.

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It’s all Kris.

Of course, the Thursday evening class with Kris went great, because we have already established that she loves him more than me. They got promoted to Puppy Two, so it is now officially a competition between us. We have to progress through the dog school separately with Moxie as we both have membership.

Further proof that she loves Kris more includes when I went out for three hours on the weekend and left her with Kris. She didn’t even notice I was gone. Then we both left her for an hour and when we returned she only greeted Kris.

“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here picking up your poo, getting your dinner, training you, and walking you”. Pfft. Dogs.

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Me no comprende.

The Kraken has a special face that she reserves for crate time.

I say “in” and point helpfully to the bed in the crate. She smirks and says something like “Ik spreek geen engels”. To which I reply with “hahahaha… no”.

We have now changed it to “bed” and of course she just waltzes into the crate with a look of “well, you should have just said so”. I put my smartypants on for this cue though and attached it to the bed and not the crate, that way, when I take her and her bed places, I can still tell her to go to it.

Pats self on back. 

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The curse of strangers.

The biggest thing from the last two weeks is other people.

Other people who want to pat my dog on the head for no reason. Or call to her when we are training or walking by. The dude next door decided to stand and watch us training in the morning, then he proceeded to pat his leg and call my dog over, then he had the audacity to tell me she doesn’t listen! I almost yelled at him. But I saved that for another dude instead. I have a lot less patience at 7am.

Let’s not forget the drive-by petting, from a selection of people including a couple of joggers. Way to distract my pup. Idiots.

Oh and the woman who jogged past us and called to Moxie to chase her… I kid you not.

We’ve been bear-hugged by a child whilst the mother just stood there watching. People continue to shove their fingers in our face, stand on us when we are on the bus and my favourite of the last fortnight: the child walking behind us making weird noises, caught Moxie’s attention, she stopped (as a puppy does) and was almost trampled by the ten other kids walking with that child who weren’t looking where they were going. I had to whip her off the floor, much to her dislike, before she was seriously hurt.

The icing on cake? “Can I pet your dog?”. Uh, no.

Who are these people and why are they always out when I want to walk/train/or take my dog out for a poo?!


Closing thoughts.

I have waffled on for long enough.

Don’t read this wrong, we are having a great time. It’s damn hard. But when it’s going good, it is going great.

When it isn’t, I’m still crying into my hamster whilst consulting Dr. Google and Kris is walking back from the bus stop bin at 3am with one slipper on because The Kraken has stolen the other.

On the flip-side, last night we all sat together on the sofa to watch some TV and The Kraken chose to lay beside me (OK, OK, it was literally on top of me) but I definitely felt something. She might even like me.

I think that’s everything. I must go, the Kraken woke up 15 minutes ago but has just decided that now is the time she wishes to be released from the crate. Time for some more “I don’t think so. I will let you out when I am ready” training.

Or more accurately “wait five minutes whilst I fill my pockets with poo bags, keys, treats and debate whether I should put my shoes on or not”.

Ah, puppyhood. You bring me smiles, squashed bags of poo in my pockets and the sudden realisation that I smell like a dog owner.

That’s it for Episode Two. I’m pretty excited for Episode Three already so stay tuned for that next week. Then I will chill with all the dog-talk. Airing my dirty-doggy-laundry is rather therapeutic though, so definitely expect more from our escapades. 


Wonderful Wednesday #21


It’s been a long, long time since my last Wonderful Wednesday.

I’m hoping I don’t have to send back my membership card just yet. I think my excuse of a puppy running rampant around my house is a good one though.

I have quite a bit of wonderful to chat about, so let’s get straight into it.

My Bonny Bears.

Also know as: the Mother-In-Law makes her owns bears – and rabbits, badgers, elephants and one time, a banana – which I think are really great and that some of you might like too. She even has her own Instagram account, that’s how hip my MIL is.

Screen Shot 2017-04-14 at 3.28.42 pmMug cakes.

This deserves a spot of wonderful all to itself.

Delicious, gooey, chocolate-y mug cake. With custard.

Comfort food at its finest.

Also Birds custard powder: vegan. Win.

Finding my (furry) feet.

Dare I say it, but I think I might have got to grips with this whole puppyhood thing. Until I broke my foot at least.

But prior to that, there were a few mornings where I woke up and didn’t feel like I was neck-deep in unrealistic expectations and questionable advice from the internet, and that I might just have a handle on raising a dog. Just.

Now, I’m a little scuppered with the foot thing, but there’s still plenty of things to work on in the house, and it gives Kris plenty of opportunity to work with Moxster for a change.

Still, I’m impatient to get moving and training again. Can’t have my little lady’s standards slipping, we wouldn’t want to embarrass ourselves at the dog school.

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Hammy dearest.

More pet talk. My little Chopster is doing fantastic. A while back, I mentioned that he’d developed testicular cancer and after a lot of thought, I decided to book him in for surgery to have them removed. Since he’s in such good health, despite being over two years old, there was a really good chance that he’d do great with the surgery and removing his testicles would cure him of the cancer too.

He had his surgery last month and he’s been right as rain ever since. He’s back to his chirpy self. He gets up earlier, runs in his wheel more, has stopped drinking so much and just looks pretty damn sexy again. Even his hair has thickened up and gone back to being a nice even black instead of looking a bit washed out and brown. I was genuinely shocked at how much difference the surgery made to him, if I’m being completely honest. I should have done it sooner.

Shockingly, he also lost 20g in weight after the tumour was removed as it had also grown up into his abdomen as well as outside his body. He recovered amazingly from the surgery and took his antibiotics and painkillers like the champ that he is.

I couldn’t be happier, and I’m looking forward to many more happy times with my main man.

Jolly good weather.

It’s Spring and the weather has been (mostly) gorgeous. Damn, I love spring time.

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The return of the mojo.

My mojo has taken a serious beating with puppyhood. All mojos, not even just my blogging one. My reading mojo, my photography mojo, my sleep mojo, just my mojo mojo, they were all too exhausted and stressed to the edge of sanity but now they are making a come back.

In the last few weeks I’ve picked up my camera again, I’ve lost myself in a book for a few hours, I’ve cooked something that wasn’t instant noodles, crackers and cheese or a mug cake (none of which really constitute cooking).

It feels good to mojo my way through my day again.

Other mojos still to return include: the smoothie making mojo, the keeping my house clean mojo and the self-confidence mojo. But we’re getting there. In fact, I’m going to make a smoothie for breakfast tomorrow. Those bananas won’t eat themselves.


Not instant noodles.

I could be embarrassed about the number of times I have eaten instant noodles for lunch or dinner in the last month or so, but that doesn’t really scream strong, independent woman. It’s better to embrace it and move on.

With the return of the cooking mojo, we’ve actually enjoyed plenty of other tasty things like: this sweet and sour tofu recipe (many times), lots of vegan cheese, mac and cheese, spaghetti Bolognese (comfort food has been a bit of a theme lately), leftover pumpkin soup from the freezer and plenty of pasta. Pasta has kept us fed and warm on many occasion lately.

Friendly folk.

Isn’t it nice when people are just friendly? Apparently owning a dog makes you infinitely more likely to be spoken to by strangers, especially in Belgium. Usually, as just a person I would be nice and invisible, these days as a person plus dog I’m still sort of invisible but they sure like to talk to my dog a lot, then sometimes they notice I am there too.

And some of the people have been quite nice. I’ve actually had a nice time talking to people and being a bit sociable. Shocking, I know.

We’ve made some friends at the dog school, people who are even willing to do a little translation for us to help with the classes. We’ve met an old couple who invited my into their home for tea on morning as I went by their house (we have met before in the park, so it wasn’t too unexpected), and then there’s the one time chit-chats too which I’ve also enjoyed.

Oh and I can’t forget the tweets and messages from people checking in to make sure I wasn’t dead. That’s always appreciated.

I think that’s everything for now. There is more, but I really want to go to bed and read my book so I’ll leave it at this. Happy midweek to one and all! Share your wonderful in the comments below! 

Don’t forget to check out all the other Wonderful Wednesday-ers starting with the inspiration Sally, and then the rest of us raggedy bunch:  Kate, Helen, Jo, Cat, Michelle, EmmaSamLauraPetaSarah, JasminEleanor, Mimmi, Isabelle, Martina, Lynsey & another Sarah!


February & March Reads


Right now, with this bundle of fur (and teeth) taking over my life, I have been struggling to find the motivation/time/energy/desire (to be deleted depending on the time of the day) to sit down and write. But, it has now been seven weeks since our little lady arrived and I think I might be getting my life back on track.

Or, I bought a puppy pen so I could unglue my eyes from a puppy and read a book. I am pretty sure that is how you get your life together.

But, this is most definitely not about puppies. It’s about books. Let’s talk books.

I apologise in advance that my oh-so-elegant book thoughts go a little down hill towards the end, I gave up jotting down any book thoughts as the months went on and decided to just embrace my reading slump instead.

Only The Innocent (DCI Tom Douglas #1) by Rachel Abbott

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When philanthropist Hugo Fletcher’s dead body is discovered tied to a bed in his London home, Chief Inspector Tom Douglas determines right away that he’s hunting a female killer. Though Fletcher made countless enemies through his work with Eastern European prostitutes, the crime scene reeks of sex and revenge. This murder was personal.

Douglas knows Fletcher’s unhappy wife, Laura, should be his prime suspect. She’s definitely hiding something. Something big. But he isn’t convinced it’s murder. Besides, she’s not the only woman with a motive to kill the manipulative billionaire. So he digs deeper, into a tangled web of secrets and lies, unraveling the sordid life Fletcher lived outside of the media spotlight.

What he uncovers is shocking, forcing the veteran cop to ask himself: With a man like Fletcher, should the guilty be punished? Or should the innocent be protected?


This is not my usual kind of book, but I decided to pick it up in the Audible sale on the recommendation of the Mum-In-Law. Truthfully, it is still not my kind of book. I never really got invested in the characters or the mystery, I was not so keen on the way everything was told to the reader and in the end, there was nothing that made me want to pick up the next book in the series.

You win some, you lose some and all that. Detective series are just a little boring to me. Unless it is Sherlock Holmes or Sherlock Holmes-esque then I am always down for some of that.

This is a series for the lost interest in continuing pile.

Rating :: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆


Jackaby (Jackaby #1) by William Ritter

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“Miss Rook, I am not an occultist,” Jackaby said. “I have a gift that allows me to see truth where others see the illusion–and there are many illusions. All the world’s a stage, as they say, and I seem to have the only seat in the house with a view behind the curtain.”

Newly arrived in New Fiddleham, New England, 1892, and in need of a job, Abigail Rook meets R. F. Jackaby, an investigator of the unexplained with a keen eye for the extraordinary–including the ability to see supernatural beings. Abigail has a gift for noticing ordinary but important details, which makes her perfect for the position of Jackaby’s assistant. On her first day, Abigail finds herself in the midst of a thrilling case: A serial killer is on the loose. The police are convinced it’s an ordinary villain, but Jackaby is certain it’s a nonhuman creature, whose existence the police–with the exception of a handsome young detective named Charlie Cane–deny.


Following on from one detective novel to another. This one comes with a Sherlock Holmes-esque twist though! A Sherlock Holmes with supernatural beings twist, which I really enjoyed.

I chuckled, I smiled and I even rooted for a little romance. I had a lot of fun and I am absolutely invested in finishing this series in the next few months.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆


Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass #3) by Sarah J. Maas

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Celaena has survived deadly contests and shattering heartbreak―but at an unspeakable cost. Now, she must travel to a new land to confront her darkest truth . . . a truth about her heritage that could change her life―and her future―forever. Meanwhile, brutal and monstrous forces are gathering on the horizon, intent on enslaving her world. Will Celaena find the strength to not only fight her inner demons, but to take on the evil that is about to be unleashed?


This series is still going strong and I am still having a good time. I do wish the characters were just something more though, I cannot seem to really get into any of them. Sure, I like them, but I want to be more invested in them (it is a long old series after all) and I like to pick out favourites but I have not been able to do that yet.

I do not know, I feel like they are just lacking, they need a little bit more depth to them. The plot and the action however, that is a lot of fun and on that alone I am having a good reading time.

Let’s see what book four brings!

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆


Kill Someone by Luke Smitherd

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Here are the rules.
Method: you can’t use a gun. You can’t use explosives. You can’t use poison. It has to be up close and personal. You don’t have to worry about leaving evidence; that will be taken care of.
Victim: no one suicidal. No one over the age of 65. No one with a terminal illness.
Choose your method. Choose your victim.

Chris Summer was a 21 year old call centre worker and a drop out. A nobody, still living at home with his parents. Then one day the Man in White came to his family’s house, offering a seemingly impossible choice: kill a random stranger – one of Chris’ choosing – within twelve days in order to save the lives of five kidnapped siblings. Refuse, and they die slowly and painfully. The clock is ticking, the Man in White is watching, and Chris has some very important choices to make.

This is a tale of fear, indecision, confused masculinity and brutal violence; a story of a coddled young man thrust into a world of sharp metal and bone.
Ask yourself if you could do it. Then ask yourself who you would choose.


This dude writes some weird books. Good weird, but weird nonetheless.

I really enjoyed my last Luke Smitherd book and was looking forward to enjoying this one as well. Enjoy it, I did. Not as much as the previous book but, it is another case of win some, lose some. Not that this was a loss at all.

Everything was just so weird and unrealistic, yet somehow a little realistic too and still weirder on top of that.

I guess we can conclude that this book was weird and leave it at that.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆


Slade House by David Mitchell

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Keep your eyes peeled for a small black iron door.

Down the road from a working-class British pub, along the brick wall of a narrow alley, if the conditions are exactly right, you’ll find the entrance to Slade House. A stranger will greet you by name and invite you inside. At first, you won’t want to leave. Later, you’ll find that you can’t. Every nine years, the house’s residents—an odd brother and sister—extend a unique invitation to someone who’s different or lonely: a precocious teenager, a recently divorced policeman, a shy college student. But what really goes on inside Slade House? For those who find out, it’s already too late. . . .


Oh this was weird and creepy. I cannot remember the last time I read a book that had a bit of horror in it, but this definitely has me considering reading a few of the other horror books that I have on my Kindle.

I really enjoyed the short story format of the book, even if I did not enjoy each story equally (I think the third chapter/story was my least favourite and the rest were about equal) but as a whole, it was a really good read.

I did read somewhere that this is set in The Bone Clocks universe, so maybe I should have read that first, but I do not think it took anything away from this story having not read it. But since I enjoyed this so much, I will have to read The Bone Clocks some time.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆


The Final Empire (Mistborn #1) by Brandson Sanderson

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In a world where ash falls from the sky, and mist dominates the night, an evil cloaks the land and stifles all life. The future of the empire rests on the shoulders of a troublemaker and his young apprentice. Together, can they fill the world with color once more?


I know that I gave this book four little golden stars, but is it? Really? Is it not more of a three-star deal? I don’t know.

Maybe three and a half. Maybe a was I reading the same book as everyone else star?

It was good. It was different. But did I have as much fun as I thought I would? Not really.

Do I want to read on with the series? I don’t know that either. Do I care? Who knows.

To summarise: I don’t know.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆


Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass #4) by Sarah J. Maas

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The queen has returned.

Everyone Celaena Sardothien loves has been taken from her. But she’s at last returned to the empire—for vengeance, to rescue her once-glorious kingdom, and to confront the shadows of her past…

She has embraced her identity as Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen. But before she can reclaim her throne, she must fight.

She will fight for her cousin, a warrior prepared to die for her. She will fight for her friend, a young man trapped in an unspeakable prison. And she will fight for her people, enslaved to a brutal king and awaiting their lost queen’s triumphant return.


I may or may not have forgotten what happened in this book.

Better than Throne of Glass, not as good as Crown of Midnight.

My Goodreads tells me that I’d like to continue the series though, so it can’t have been that bad.

I have a vague recollection of being a lot more invested in the side characters adventures rather than our assassin heroine.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆


The Butterfly Garden by Dot Hutchinson

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Near an isolated mansion lies a beautiful garden.

In this garden grow luscious flowers, shady trees…and a collection of precious “butterflies”—young women who have been kidnapped and intricately tattooed to resemble their namesakes. Overseeing it all is the Gardener, a brutal, twisted man obsessed with capturing and preserving his lovely specimens.

When the garden is discovered, a survivor is brought in for questioning. FBI agents Victor Hanoverian and Brandon Eddison are tasked with piecing together one of the most stomach-churning cases of their careers. But the girl, known only as Maya, proves to be a puzzle herself.

As her story twists and turns, slowly shedding light on life in the Butterfly Garden, Maya reveals old grudges, new saviors, and horrific tales of a man who’d go to any length to hold beauty captive. But the more she shares, the more the agents have to wonder what she’s still hiding…


As far as thrillers go, it was alright. Nothing special, I enjoyed the story as a whole, but I wasn’t so keen on how it was presented. I’m not really into reading about things after they happen, seems to take away from the mystery of everything.

Meh. Just meh.

Rating :: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆


Every Heart A Doorway (Wayward Children #1) by Seanan McGuire

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Eleanor West’s Home for Wayward Children
No Solicitations
No Visitors
No Quests

Children have always disappeared under the right conditions; slipping through the shadows under a bed or at the back of a wardrobe, tumbling down rabbit holes and into old wells, and emerging somewhere… else.

But magical lands have little need for used-up miracle children.

Nancy tumbled once, but now she’s back. The things she’s experienced… they change a person. The children under Miss West’s care understand all too well. And each of them is seeking a way back to their own fantasy world.

But Nancy’s arrival marks a change at the Home. There’s a darkness just around each corner, and when tragedy strikes, it’s up to Nancy and her new-found schoolmates to get to the heart of the matter.

No matter the cost.


This was my attempt at getting myself out of my reading slump. Something short and (according to the rest of the internet) pretty darn good.

I agree with the internet.

Shame it wasn’t that much longer though, I could have happily read a couple hundred more pages of this story. There wasn’t enough pages to read through my slump-y feelings.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆


The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson & The Olympians #1) by Rick Riordan

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Percy Jackson is a good kid, but he can’t seem to focus on his schoolwork or control his temper. And lately, being away at boarding school is only getting worse—Percy could have sworn his pre-algebra teacher turned into a monster and tried to kill him. When Percy’s mom finds out, she knows it’s time that he knew the truth about where he came from, and that he go to the one place he’ll be safe. She sends Percy to Camp Half Blood, a summer camp for demigods (on Long Island), where he learns that the father he never knew is Poseidon, God of the Sea. Soon a mystery unfolds and together with his friends—one a satyr and the other the demigod daughter of Athena—Percy sets out on a quest across the United States to reach the gates of the Underworld (located in a recording studio in Hollywood) and prevent a catastrophic war between the gods.


Another “can this get me out of my reading slump?” book. Could it? Not really.

It was just the audiobook I needed, not too long and an easy story since my audiobook time has been sporadic at best lately. I wanted something that was minimal effort to pick up and put down every few days or so.

It just wasn’t interesting enough for me to consider reading the rest of the series.

I might consider some of Rik Riordan’s other series though.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆


A Conjuring of Light (Shades of Magic #3) by V. E. Schwab

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The precarious equilibrium among four Londons has reached its breaking point. Once brimming with the red vivacity of magic, darkness casts a shadow over the Maresh Empire, leaving a space for another London to rise.

Kell – once assumed to be the last surviving Antari – begins to waver under the pressure of competing loyalties. And in the wake of tragedy, can Arnes survive?

Lila Bard, once a commonplace – but never common – thief, has survived and flourished through a series of magical trials. But now she must learn to control the magic, before it bleeds her dry. Meanwhile, the disgraced Captain Alucard Emery of the Night Spire collects his crew, attempting a race against time to acquire the impossible.

And an ancient enemy returns to claim a crown while a fallen hero tries to save a world in decay.


Now this was the book to kill the reading slump.

Something I had been looking forward to: check.

Part of a series that I love: check.

A book I knew I would enjoy: check.

600 pages that flew by in no time: check.

Damn good. I will have to read the series again sometime. Nothing like 600 pages of enjoyment to get you back on the reading train.

The perfect bittersweet end to a series I thoroughly enjoyed.

Rating :: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★


Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman

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Miraculous inventions and unforgettable characters inhabit these pages: an elderly widow who finds the Holy Grail in a second-hand store…a frightened little boy who bargains for his life with a troll living under a bridge by the railroad tracks…a stray cat who battles nightly against a recurring evil that threatens his unsuspecting adoptive family.


I am starting to think Neil Gaiman’s short stories are just not for me.

This book was a big fat “uh, no”. 

The only thing this book achieved was the creation of my new reading dilemma of: how do you know when to DNF a short story collection, when the next story might be great?

Rating :: ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ 


Currently Reading

The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Yep. Still reading this one. I made little to no progress through it in February and March, here’s hoping I can get through a few more stories in April. It’s perfect for in between books, whilst I’m still trying to decide what to read next.

The Physics of the Dead by Luke Smithered

I keep reading (or rather listening to) this dude’s strange books. I don’t know why, but they have such a strange feel-good factor to them.

And that’s it for February and March. Talk book-y to me! 

Linking up with Steph and Jana for Show Us Your Books.