Fiction
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Like Water for Chocolate: A Novel in Monthly Installments with Recipes, Romances, and Home Remedies
Like Water for Chocolate is a charming tale of love, food, familial duty, and empowerment.
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The Deep
The Deep is altogether provocative, poetic, and great for discussion, but in the end, I was still left wanting more.
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Mexican Gothic
If Fall of the House of Usher were a song, this would be the remixed version ft. Bad Bunny and written by someone high on shrooms. And you know what? I’m about it.
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Year of the Reaper
The world building is beautifully crafted (familiar but new and not overly complicated). I personally love historical fiction and even more so when it’s fantasy, so I had no problem placing myself in the setting of this novel, which is set during the Black Plague.
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It Ends with Us
My recommendation? Close your ears to the noise surrounding this book and go in with no expectations. Don’t even read my review yet. My fatal flaw was listening to all the hype prior to picking it up.
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What We Talk About When We Talk About Love: Stories
There are books that can just be enjoyed on their own and then there are books that are meant to be discussed. Carver’s collection of short stories are the latter for me. He uses tightly woven dialogue and basic repetition to create a melody that is heavy and haunting despite its simplicity. His writing is…
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The Lost Apothecary
There are books that grip me so tightly, I find myself revisiting them like I would an old friend. & Then there are books that are so dull, I use them as door stops. The Lost Apothecary is perfectly in the middle— meaning perfectly average.
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Daughter of the Moon Goddess
Daughter of the Moon Goddess is a Young Adult fantasy novel that draws inspiration from the legend of Chang’e, the Chinese moon goddess, who was exiled on the Moon.
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Writer’s Block
“I can’t write.” Her soft hand landed on my shoulder, the tendrils of comfort drifting from the warmth of her palm glided over my skin in vain. I was cold. “Try,” came her whisper. “You make it sound so easy.” I clutched my pen with pleading fingers, willing my whitened knuckles to tighten their hold— as…
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