We ChitChat: “My Sister, the Serial Killer” by Oyinkan Braithwaite


Image result for my sister the serial killer“The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder” 

Taynement: I felt like there was a stretch of time last year when I saw this title everywhere. The Nigerian name caught my eye and I added it to my TBR list.

Leggy: So, what was your first impression of the title?

Taynement: I didn’t think anything of it per se. I think I just assumed it’ll be a book similar to Helen Oyeyemi’s style. Which is funny because I have only successfully finished one Helen Oyeyemi book (I generally find her tedious), so it’s interesting that I still wanted to read this. I’m glad it’s nothing like her work though.

Leggy: It was definitely the title that caught my eye and I thought it would be fantasy or some kind of…

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Book Review: In An Absent Dream by Seanan McGuire

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In an Absent Dream

Title: In An Absent Dream

Author: Seanan McGuire

Published by: Tor.com

Publishing date: January 8th 2019

Genre: YA Fantasy

Pages: 187

This is the story of a very serious young girl who would rather study and dream than become a respectable housewife and live up to the expectations of the world around her. As well she should.

When she finds a doorway to a world founded on logic and reason, riddles and lies, she thinks she’s found her paradise. Alas, everything costs at the goblin market, and when her time there is drawing to a close, she makes the kind of bargain that never plays out well.

For anyone . . .


In An Absent Dream has become my favorite book in the Wayward Children series. I found the Goblin Market to be a more fascinating and intricate world than the worlds in other books…

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House of Heart

Frightened by a world she can barely hold on to,
the uncertainty of breath
where safety lives in dreams.
I like to sit in her lap
and play games as
she strokes my fur with
her gentle fingers.
Sometimes I tease and
pull away,
lick myself and pretend
I am too busy.
When the master comes home
he too likes to play,
tossing me into the flower bed
with rough paws.
I feel my bones may break so
she placates him with a smile
while I hide away in the garden
chasing lizards and winged things.
She kneels when  he yanks her hair,
slaps  dewdrops from her face.
When it’s done he washes   rust from his nail beds,
says he’s had a bad day.
I don’t understand the games my people play.


Anais AnaisPhotography by Heart


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[Poetry] Winter Rose

Jade M.Wong

She did not bloom in the warmth of spring—
Her petals did not wave at the bees
And butterflies fluttering by,
And she did not bask in the sun,
While the birds chirped their lullabies.

She was more suited to the chill of winter—
Her petals glistened with icy snowflakes
With thorns as sharp as icicles,
For she was a rose that bloomed in adversity,
Thriving where no one thought possible.

© Jade M. Wong

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Review: Everless (Everless #1) by Sara Holland

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“Maybe I am a mystery— a secret— that needs unravelling…”


I won this stunning hardback along with a Bloodleaf ARC in a giveaway by Sara Holland herself. Best thing is, she signed this copy of Everless to me! And after reading it, I can tell you, the story is even more beautiful than the cover, I ordered Evermore shortly after finishing this.
I want to start with how much I loved this book. I picked this up and just read all the way through in two days. I was so enchanted by the story that I just didn’t want to put it down at all. And honestly, I was surprised by this book. It was very different from my expectations and I was happily surprised.

One of the main things in this book is that time is a currency. I have seen a sci-fi movie with the same kind…

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This Water: Five Tales, by Beverley Farmer

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This Water: Five Tales by Melbourne author Beverley Farmer (b. 1941), is a collection of three novellas and two short stories, linked by exquisite images of water and harrowing musings on loss, reminiscent of Farmer’s preoccupations in a previous collection called A Body of Water (see my review).  But age mellows this collection, and the elemental forms of water and stone, ice and fire, light and darkness give the writing a mythic quality.  Yes, in the wake of my reading of Contemporary Fiction, A Very Short Introduction, I am mindful that this collection of tales shows that fiction can indeed take any form it likes.

The stories which bookend the work were the most vivid to me.  The last story, ‘The Ice Bride’ is chilling not because the bride lives in a palace of ice, but because she is imprisoned there, sheltered from the real world and learning only to see the world…

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