It is no secret that I am an avid bookworm. I love reading books, buying books, reading about buying books and basically anything to do with the written word. In fact I would even go as far as to say that I have developed a reputation for being a girl who is a book shopaholic (but rarely gets around to reading all the books). So when a fellow member of a Facebook Book Group suggested Scribd to me, I was hesitant to give it a go.
I already was part of Google Books, Amazon Kindle and Audible. I did not need anything book subscription service that I would just keep and not use. But since I was referred to Scribd, I got two months free so I figured there was no harm in trying it out. I was instantly hooked.
For a fixed fee (R150 in South Africa. $8.99 USD), you get access to countless ebooks and audiobooks. Now I know some of you may be thinking “hello, libraries are free?” but my local library is crap so this is great for me. Also it’s easier for me to read eBooks on my cellphone instead of going out with a print book (people are more likely to stop me when I’m reading a book instead of reading on a electronic device). So Scribd was perfect for me.
Immediately I disconnected my Audible subscription (which was much more). I kept my Amazon account just in case but it’s been months since I purchased a book.
Most of the books I already own are on Scribd so it’s been helping me tackle my TBR as well as preventing me from purchasing new books unnecessarily. Sure if I see a sale book that isn’t on Scribd or that I loved but don’t own in print, I’ll purchase it but for the most part my book buying has decreased dramatically since I joined Scribd. Interested in trying it out for yourself? You can join with my referral link here and you will get two months free!
Have you tried Scribd? What did you think? Let me know below.
The Good Luck Girls are anything but lucky. The girls are sold to a “welcome” house as children, marked with “favors” to depict their positions as “Good Luck Girls” and trained to entertain “brags” (men who have enough money to pay for the girls attention). When Clementine accidentally kills a brag on her Lucky Night (the first night a Good Luck Girl officially starts her night-time duties), the girls rally together to protect her the only way they can- they run away. The girls know that if they are caught they face death or a brutal punishment even worse than death. They are joined on their journey by a mysterious rangeman who has a few secrets of his own but is willing to help the girls escape. The group try to track down Lady Ghost, a possibly fictional character mentioned in countless bedtime stories, in order to remove their favors. Along the way they have to battle the law, the wilderness and even vengeful spirits. I received an ARC copy of this book in exchange for a review. From the very first line, I was hooked. I loved the writing, the world-building, the characters, EVERYTHING! This was a book about strong females fighting against a world who didn’t see them as equal and I loved that. The ending was spectacularly beautiful and I cannot wait for the sequel. This book was everything I didn’t know I needed in a novel and I enjoyed it immensely.
Credit cards have a really bad reputation with most people. More often than not, they are seen as a gateway to mountains of debt and a bad credit rating. However there are actually some perks to having a credit card as long as you play your cards right (see what I did there?). Here are 5 reasons why you should consider having a credit card:
1) To build a credit rating- You might not care about your credit rating now however when it comes time for you to take out a loan, your credit rating is a huge factor. Starting to build a credit rating as soon as possible certainly won’t hurt. I have a single credit card but it has still helped my credit score.
2) To have extra spending money- Now I don’t mean spending recklessly. I mean in a genuine emergency. There have been months where this emergency has ranged from “I forgot my bank card and need to purchase something” or “a genuine unplanned expense” but the credit card has always come to my rescue in both these cases. Having a credit card as a back-up is great provided that you don’t overdo it. Which brings me to my next point.
3) To learn responsibility- You absolutely HAVE to be responsible when you have a credit card. Once you start owing more than you can pay, that is when the trouble begins. Try to only spend an amount you know you can cover once you get paid.
4) To have a “credit card story- Everyone has a story (most worse than others) about how they got their first credit card and what they did with it. Most of my friends warned me against getting a credit card since they blew through it like crazy and ended up in debt that they are still paying off in their late twenties. This has served as a great lesson and warning to me so I avoid making the same mistake. My credit card story is basically that I’ve had it for two years and never ever had to pay back a huge amount.
5) Swiping is more convenient- It is safer to carry a card than cash especially when you’re the only one with the pin. I usually carry my credit card when I know it’s not feasible for me to go walking around with cash on my person.
Do you have a credit card? What’s your credit card story? I’d love to know below!
I love fairytale retellings. It’s a tale as old as time with a twist. In fact I am so obsessed with retellings that I actually have two shelves decided to them. To help you find your next favourite retelling, I’m compiled a list of my favourites below:
A Court of Thorns and Rose by Sarah J. Maas- One of my all-time favourite books and series, this is a retelling of “Beauty and the Beast” set in a world where both fae and humans reside. Feyre accidentally kills a fae and as punishment needs to return to their lands to live out the rest of her days.
The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh- A retelling of “One Thousand and One Nights”. Now while I have not read the original, I did enjoy this book and it’s stories immensely. A young caliph takes a bride every night and kills her before dawn. Shahrzad volunteers to be his next victim- um, I mean bride-in order to extract revenge on him killing her best friend. What she did not expect was to fall in love with her mysterious new husband.
Cinder by Marissa Meyer- The Lunar Chronicles is also one of my favourite series. Set in a futuristic world, this series follows a host of unforgettable, colourful characters from the stories we know and love. The first book, “Cinder” follows an android, Cinderella while the remaining books are about Scarlet (Red Riding Hood), Cress (Rapunzel) and Winter (Snow White). It is a delightful twist on traditional tales.
City of Wishes by Rachel Morgan- This fairytale is set in a world with vampires, werewolves, humans and fae. I loved the assortment of characters here and I especially loved the worldbuilding.
Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine- An oldie but a goodie. I’m not sure if Ella was supposed to be some sort of Cinderella but this was the first book I read with a movie adaptation (and the first book I loved more than the movie).
What are some of your favourite adaptations? I’d love to know below.
Andie is a Type A who always has her every move mapped out. As the daughter of a Congressman, her every word and every action has to be to ensure that she projects the best possible image of herself and her dad. But when scandal hits and her father has to stay away from the office, Andie loses her summer internship and they’re both stuck in a house together. Neither Andie or her dad have been alone together since before the death of her mother. Desperate for something-anything- to occupy her time, Andie takes the first job she can find. She ends up working as a dog walker and that is when she meets Clarke. Clarke is kinda nerdy but very cute and there is a very obvious chemistry between them. I’ve had this book for a few years and I haven’t read it mainly because I am not a huge fan of contemporary. However I loved this book and was glued from the very first page. “The Unexpected Everything” is fun, entertaining, light-hearted and heart-warming. I couldn’t stop reading and I loved every second of it. Andie has a beautiful support system with her friends and family and I loved seeing her with them. If you’re looking for your next summer read, I strongly suggest this one.
I picked this up expecting a nice, fun, light-hearted read. And it was. Until it wasn’t. Bontle Tau is a twenty-something (her age changes throughout the book so I don’t even know if she knows her real age) who is living “the life”. She has a business, lives in a penthouse, drives an expensive car and uses designer clothing. As she mentions throughout the book, she may not have a degree but she has street smarts. She also has several blessers. I loved how over the top Bontle’s life was. I flew through this book in a few hours. However the second part of this book turns a bit darker and Bontle’s picture perfect life starts to show more than a few cracks. I immensely enjoyed this book but the ending left me chilled. I had grown fond of Bontle and it was tough for me to NOT root for her throughout the way. Yes, she is self-absorbed and vain but she was clever in her own way (with her street smarts and MENcology). Definitely give this book a try. It’s hilarious, it’s moving and it’s entertaining.
SPOILER ALERT If there was anyone who could be in her situation and wear it without any shame, it would be her. The ending devastated me SPOILER ALERT**
If you ever told me I would have to go on a diet for health reasons, I would have accepted it. I knew my eating habits were bad and I would probably have to go on a meal plan at some stage. However I expected that to atleast be in my thirties.
So imagine my shock when my dermatologist suggested that I might be insulin-resistant. And the even bigger shock when I found out that yep, my insulin levels were high and I needed to cut out sugar and carbs.
You know how they say you don’t know how strong you really are? Yeah, well it’s been four weeks exactly and I’ve been doing relatively well. I have been having carbs now and again (maybe once or twice a week) but for the most part, I have been sticking to the meal plan.
I’m pretty excited to actually see some (really small) changes.
I cannot wait to see what the results look like in another 4 weeks.
When smooth and suave Ashish Patel is dumped by his hot long distance girlfriend, his self-confidence and basketball skills take a nosedive. Previously so popular with the ladies, Ashish is now self-conscious and a mess. His parents assure him it is just a part of being young and when the times come, they will find him someone better. So Ashish challenges them to do it now- find a girl that will interest him AND meet all of his parent’s strict requirements. So they do. They match him with Sweetie Nair, an Indian-American athlete who is fat. Sweetie doesn’t mind that she is fat. Neither does Ashish. However her mother can barely seem to look past that fact so Sweetie decides that she is going to show her that she is more than her weight. But as Ashish and Sweetie start to spend time together they eventually find that there is a connection between the two of them. This was a sweet read that I adored immensely. Sweetie and Ashish were a great match (at this point, as an Indian, I’m convinced I should enlist my family members to find me a match) and I was surprised that they suited so well. I highly recommend this to anyone who wants a light YA read.
Sweetie loves her parents, but she’s so tired of being told she’s lacking because she’s fat. She decides it’s time to kick off the Sassy Sweetie Project, where she’ll show the world (and herself) what she’s really made of.
Ashish and Sweetie both have something to prove. But with each date they realize there’s an unexpected magic growing between them. Can they find their true selves without losing each other
When Vincent, Jules, Sylvie, and Sam receive an SMS on a Friday evening about a mandatory team-building escape room challenge, they all rush to attend. These competitive, cut-throat employees cannot afford to upset the company board while there are rumors of people being laid off. However this escape room is unlike any other. It is an elevator with questions posed based on the teams personal life and the dirty deeds they have done to get ahead at work. This book had me entranced till the very end. I could put it down and found myself reading while walking around the office (almost walked into a door too) and throughout my lunch breaks. This is a well written book with an intriguing plot and several twists and turns that I most certainly did NOT see coming. Definitely read this. You will not regret it
Synopsis: In Megan Goldin’s unforgettable debut, The Escape Room, four young Wall Street rising stars discover the price of ambition when an escape room challenge turns into a lethal game of revenge. Welcome to the escape room. Your goal is simple. Get out alive. In the lucrative world of finance, Vincent, Jules, Sylvie, and Sam are at the top of their game. They’ve mastered the art of the deal and celebrate their success in style—but a life of extreme luxury always comes at a cost. Invited to participate in an escape room as a team-building exercise, the ferociously competitive co-workers crowd into the elevator of a high rise building, eager to prove themselves. But when the lights go off and the doors stay shut, it quickly becomes clear that this is no ordinary competition: they’re caught in a dangerous game of survival. Trapped in the dark, the colleagues must put aside their bitter rivalries and work together to solve cryptic clues to break free. But as the game begins to reveal the team’s darkest secrets, they realize there’s a price to be paid for the terrible deeds they committed in their ruthless climb up the corporate ladder. As tempers fray, and the clues turn deadly, they must solve one final chilling puzzle: which one of them will kill in order to survive?
Author Bio: MEGAN GOLDIN worked as a correspondent for Reuters and other media outlets where she covered war, peace, international terrorism and financial meltdowns in the Middle East and Asia. She is now based in Melbourne, Australia where she raises three sons and is a foster mum to Labrador puppies learning to be guide dogs. THE ESCAPE ROOM is her debut novel.
It was Miguel who called 911 at 4:07 a.m. on an icy Sunday morning. The young security guard spoke in an unsteady voice, fear disguised by cocky nonchalance. Miguel had been an aspiring bodybuilder until he injured his back lifting boxes in a warehouse job and had to take night- shift work guarding a luxury office tower in the final stages of construction. He had a muscular physique, dark hair, and a cleft in his chin. He was conducting a cursory inspection when a scream rang out. At first, he didn’t hear a thing. Hip- hop music blasted through the oversize headphones he wore as he swept his flashlight across the dark recesses of the lobby. The beam flicked across the classical faces of reproduction Greek busts cast in metal and inset into niches in the walls. They evoked an eerie otherworldliness, which gave the place the aura of a mausoleum. Miguel paused his music to search for a fresh play list of songs. It was then that he heard the tail end of a muffled scream. The sound was so unexpected that he instinctively froze. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard strange noises at night, whether it was the screech of tomcats brawling or the whine of construction cranes buffeted by wind. Silence followed. Miguel chided himself for his childish reaction. He pressed PLAY to listen to a new song and was immediately assaulted by the explosive beat of a tune doing the rounds at the dance clubs where he hung out with friends. Still, something in the screech he’d heard a moment before rattled him enough for him to be extra diligent. He bent down to check the lock of the revolving lobby door. It was bolted shut. He swept the flashlight across a pair of still escalators and then, above his head, across the glass- walled mezzanine floor that overlooked the lobby. He checked behind the long reception desk of blond oak slats and noticed that a black chair was at an odd angle, as if someone had left in a hurry. A stepladder was propped against a wall where the lobby café was being set up alongside a water fountain that was not yet functional. Plastic- wrapped café tables and chairs were piled up alongside it. In the far corner, he shone his flashlight in the direction of an elaborate model of the building complex shown to prospective tenants by Realtors rushing to achieve occupancy targets in time for the building’s opening the following month.
The model detailed an ambitious master plan to turn an abandoned ware house district that had been a magnet for homeless people and addicts into a high- end financial and shopping precinct. The first tower was almost finished. A second was halfway through construction. When Miguel turned around to face the elevator lobby, he was struck by something so incongruent that he pushed his headphones off his head and onto his shoulders. The backlit green fluorescent light of an elevator switch flickered in the dark. It suggested that an elevator was in use. That was impossible, because he was the only person there. In the sobriety of the silent echo that followed, he convinced himself once again that his vague sense of unease was the hallucination of a fatigued mind. There was nobody in the elevator for the simple reason that the only people on- site on weekends were the security guards. Two per shift. Except to night, Miguel was the only one on duty. When Stu had been a no- show for his shift, Miguel figured he’d manage alone. The construction site was fenced off with towering barbed- wire fences and a heavy- duty electric gate. Nobody came in or out until the shift ended. In the four months he’d worked there, the only intruders he’d encountered were feral cats and rats scampering across construction equipment in the middle of the night. Nothing ever happened during the night shift. That was what he liked about the job. He was able to study and sleep and still get paid. Sometimes he’d sleep for a couple of hours on the soft leather lobby sofa, which he found preferable to the lumpy stretcher in the portable office where the guards took turns resting between patrols. The CCTV cameras hadn’t been hooked up yet, so he could still get away with it. From the main access road, the complex looked completed. It had a driveway entry lined with young maples in planter boxes. The lobby had been fitted out and furnished to impress prospective tenants who came to view office space. The second tower, facing the East River, looked unmistakably like a construction site. It was wrapped with scaffolding. Shipping containers storing building materials were arranged like colorful Lego blocks in a muddy field alongside idle bulldozers and a crane. Miguel removed keys from his belt to open the side entrance to let himself out, when he heard a loud crack. It whipped through the lobby with an intensity that made his ears ring. Two more cracks followed. They were unmistakably the sound of gunshots. He hit the ground and called 911. He was terrified the shooter was making his way to the lobby but cocky enough to cover his fear with bravado when he spoke. “Something bad’s going down here.” He gave the 911 dispatcher the address. “You should get cops over here.”
Miguel figured from the skepticism in the dispatcher’s cool voice that his call was being given priority right below the doughnut run. His heart thumped like a drum as he waited for the cops to arrive. You chicken shit, he berated himself as he took cover behind a sofa. He exhaled into his shirt to muffle the sound of his rapid breathing. He was afraid he would give away his position to the shooter. A wave of relief washed over him when the lobby finally lit up with a hazy blue strobe as a police car pulled in at the taxi stand. Miguel went outside to meet the cops. “What’s going on?” An older cop with a thick gut hanging over his belted pants emerged from the front passenger seat. “Beats me,” said Miguel. “I heard a scream. Inside the building. Then I heard what I’m pretty sure were gunshots.”
“How many shots?” A younger cop came around the car to meet him, snapping a wad of gum in his mouth. “Two, maybe three shots. Then nothing.” “Is anyone else around?” The older cop’s expression was hidden under a thick gray mustache.
“They clear out the site on Friday night. No construction workers. No nobody. Except me. I’m the night guard.” “Then what makes you think there’s a shooter?” “I heard a loud crack. Sure sounded like a gunshot. Then two more. Came from somewhere up in the tower.” “Maybe construction equipment fell? That possible?” A faint thread of red suffused Miguel’s face as he contemplated the possibility that he’d panicked over nothing. They moved into the lobby to check things out, but he was feeling less confident than when he’d called 911. “I’m pretty sure they—” He stopped speaking as they all heard the unmistakable sound of a descending elevator. “I thought you said there was nobody here,” said the older cop. “There isn’t.” “Could have fooled me,” said the second cop. They moved through to the elevator lobby. A light above the elevator doors was flashing to indicate an elevator’s imminent arrival. “Someone’s here.” “The building opens for business in a few weeks,” said Miguel. “Nobody’s supposed to be here.” The cops drew their guns from their holsters and stood in front of the elevator doors in a shooting stance— slightly crouched, legs apart. One of the cops gestured furiously for Miguel to move out of the way. Miguel stepped back. He hovered near an abstract metal sculpture set into the wall at the dead end of the elevator lobby. A bell chimed. The elevator heaved as it arrived. The doors parted with a slow hiss. Miguel swallowed hard as the gap widened. He strained to see what was going on. The cops were blocking his line of sight and he was at too sharp an angle to see much. “Police,” shouted both cops in unison. “Put your weapon down.” Miguel instinctively pressed himself against the wall. He flinched as the first round of bullets was fired. There were too many shots to count. His ears rang so badly, it took him a moment to realize the police had stopped firing. They’d lowered their weapons and were shouting something. He didn’t know what. He couldn’t hear a thing over the ringing in his ears. Miguel saw the younger cop talk into his radio. The cop’s mouth opened and closed. Miguel couldn’t make out the words. Gradually, his hearing returned and he heard the tail end of a stream of NYPD jargon. He couldn’t understand most of what was said. Something about “nonresponsive” and needing “a bus,” which he assumed meant an ambulance. Miguel watched a trickle of blood run along the marble floor until it formed a puddle. He edged closer. He glimpsed blood splatter on the wall of the elevator. He took one more step. Finally, he could see inside the elevator. He immediately regretted it. He’d never seen so much blood in all his life.