Looking Back with Button Eyes

Coraline horrified me as a child. So much, that I purposed never read Neil Gaiman again. Years later, I read Neverwhere and he immediately became one of my favorite authors. I decided to revisit Coraline this year. I spent my read trying to dissect what it was that upset me as a child. I mean, it's intentionally creepy.... Continue Reading →

Book Review: “Where the Woods Grow Wild” by Nate Philbrick

It doesn't surprise me that Nate Philbrick is a fan of Lloyd Alexander. I noticed similarities to The Book of Three as soon as I started reading Where the Woods Grow Wild. But the pig keepers and runaway barnyard animals in Philbrick's tale carried me into another forest for a new adventure I was glad to take.... Continue Reading →

Falling in Love with Pooh

My mother has always claimed to be a bookworm from her youth, but sometimes I wonder how it can be possible. The only childhood book she's told me she loved was Charlotte's Web. She once told me she read Flowers in the Attic, I know she used to read Nicholas Sparks, and she has this horror story... Continue Reading →

A Road Trip with Neil and Charlotte

A few weeks ago, I posted about my struggle with anxiety disorder and depression. After which, I mentioned how I’ve been  pushing my boundaries, forcing myself to stand against the things that most frighten me On this list is the gradual expansion of my forty-five minute radius safety bubble. I was sitting at about two and a half hours when my in-laws invited... Continue Reading →

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