All About Me

At the suggestion of a friend, I picked up Perfect Chemistry and devoured it. I thought it was a bit cliche but very entertaining. I recommend it to anyone who wants to read a mix of Romeo and Juliet as well as 10 things I hate about you. It was a good book despite the main character being the most popular girl in school falling for the bad boy.

Marilyn Monroe, in Central Park, photographed by Sam Shaw 1957.

Marilyn Monroe, in Central Park, photographed by Sam Shaw 1957.

This was a filler book I read to help increase the volume of books I would read. I have read many Lynsay Sands books, which have always been more than just a romance novel. There was always a mystery to be solved. Unfortunately, no mystery found within these pages, Vampire on Vacation was lacking in my perspective. I feel Sands is getting bored of the Vampire series because I felt there was no enthusiasm for the plot or the characters.

For the summer I hope to reach the goal of reading 100 books on top of my summer classes. And I am doing quite nicely if I say so myself. The first book I read this summer was, The Immortal Rules, the Blood of Eden by Julie Kagawa. Kagawa known for her Iron King series just launched this new series about a post apocalyptic world where Vampires have taken control, and humans are cattle. I recommend this book to anyone. Kagawa is inventive and unpredictable.

She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes. “What if it means something?” she asks.
“What if it does?”
“Promise me it won’t mean anything.”
I lean my head back on the couch. “It won’t mean anythin’.” Aren’t I supposed to be the guy in this scenario, laying down the no-commitment rules?
“And no tongue,” she adds.
“Mi vida, if I kiss you, I guarantee there’s gonna be tongue.” She hesitates. “I promise it won’t mean anythin’,” I assure her again.
I really don’t expect her to do it. I think she’s teasing me, testing to see how much I can take before I crack. But as her eyelids close and she leans closer, I realize it’s going to happen. This girl of my dreams, this girl who is more like me than anyone I’ve ever met, wants to kiss me.
I take over control as soon as she tilts her head. Our lips touch for the briefest moment before I lace my fingers in her hair and keep kissing her soft and gentle. I cup her cheek in my palm, feeling her baby-soft skin against my rough fingers. My body urges me to take advantage of the situation, but my brain (the one inside my head) keeps me in check.
A satisfied sigh escapes Brittany’s mouth, as if she’s content to stay in my arms forever.

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