Monthly Archives: October 2016

One Day More – Featuring Nowhere Near You (#2) by Leah Thomas

One Day More

Hi guys. Welcome back to my long ago created feature One Day More where I discuss a book I’ve read which won’t be out for a while. I created this feature for the rare times I do read a book so far out that a review isn’t very timely to do.

This week I’m featuring Nowhere Near You by Leah Thomas. Nowhere Near You is the sequel to Because You’ll Never Meet Me.

You may have seen my tweets regarding this book. To say I love it is an understatement, I loved this book before I even read this book.

This was my book from the moment I heard about this book. Let me quote a previous post:

This is it. This is the book I am dying dying dying to read.

If you haven’t heard me rave about BYNMM around Twitter or on here, you may read my review for Because You’ll Never Meet Me here.

As usual, I’ll share the summary for Because You’ll Never Meet Me as well as Nowhere Near You. If you have not read Because You’ll Never Meet Me, you probably shouldn’t be reading this post, though it’s not very spoilery.

Because You’ll Never Meet Me:

Because You'll Never Meet Me

In a stunning literary debut, two boys on opposite ends of the world begin an unlikely friendship that will change their lives forever.

Ollie and Moritz are best friends, but they can never meet. Ollie is allergic to electricity. Contact with it causes debilitating seizures. Moritz’s weak heart is kept pumping by an electronic pacemaker. If they ever did meet, Ollie would seize. But Moritz would die without his pacemaker. Both hermits from society, the boys develop a fierce bond through letters that become a lifeline during dark times—as Ollie loses his only friend, Liz, to the normalcy of high school and Moritz deals with a bully set on destroying him.

A story of impossible friendship and hope under strange circumstances, this debut is powerful, dark and humorous in equal measure. These extraordinary voices bring readers into the hearts and minds of two special boys who, like many teens, are just waiting for their moment to shine.

Now for the sequel summary:

Nowhere Near YouFollowing up her acclaimed debut, Because You’ll Never Meet Me, Leah Thomas continues the stories of Ollie and Moritz in another heart-warming story of unique friendship.

Ollie and Moritz might never meet, but their friendship knows no bounds. Their letters carry on as Ollie embarks on his first road trip away from the woods–no easy feat for a boy allergic to electricity–and Moritz decides which new school would best suit an eyeless boy who prefers to be alone.

Along the way they meet other teens like them, other products of strange science who lead seemingly normal lives in ways Ollie and Moritz never imagined possible: A boy who jokes about his atypical skeleton; an aspiring actress who hides a strange deformity; a track star whose abnormal heart propels her to victory. Suddenly the future feels wide open for two former hermits. But even as Ollie and Moritz dare to enjoy life, they can’t escape their past, which threatens to destroy any progress they’ve made. Can these boys ever find their place in a world that might never understand them?

Oh my gosh, what am I even supposed to say about this book?

I have been dying for Nowhere Near You since about literally ten minutes after I finished Because You’ll Never Meet Me, which was my book of the year.

After I requested and received a copy of Nowhere Near You from Bloomsbury, I immediately started reading it. From the first page I was sold again and brought right back into Ollie and Moritz’s world.


First Page:

From the first page, Ollie compares himself to Alexander Hamilton and I realize nothing has ever been more true.

It may have sent me off laughing manically because “Oh my gosh, that is so TRUE” and because I am obsessed with both Hamilton and Ollie. Especially Ollie though given he is a natural storyteller and gives a lot of detail.

The Letters:

I was worried about how the letters would go after not reading Because You’ll Never Meet Me and just jumping into Nowhere Near You. I’m so happy to say that from the first page, I fell right back into Ollie and Morit’z’s minds, hearing their voices perfectly. There were so many heartbreaking and heartwarming passages in the book that blew me away.

The Boys Relationship:

My boys. My loves. My LOVES. I love these guys. What I adored most in Because You’ll Never Meet Me was how amazing Ollie and Moritz’s friendship was. Their friendship only grew stronger in Nowhere Near You. I loved seeing how they reacted to each other after first discovering them. It was great to see how well they understand the other even when things weren’t really said. Their relationship was just totally friendship goals.

New Characters!:

I loved reading about three new characters who were all like Ollie and Moritz with having been in the same circumstances. I really loved one character’s backstory with Moritz. It was hard to grasp some of these characters characteristics, but I think they really cemented the speculative fiction genre. I would love to read more about these characters sometime.

All The Feels:

And I do mean all of them. Well, let’s just say sadness, joy and fear. Just writing this post makes me emotional and want to re-read the two books.

This book was just a rollercoaster of emotion. Like Because You’ll Never Meet Me, there was something I wasn’t expecting that happened and let me just say “Oh my gosh, you did not!”

But they did, guys. Leah DID in fact do a thing. It was scary.

I am still in recovery. It’s okay, I think I’ll live though.

If you loved Because You’ll Never Meet Me, you definitely need to pick up Nowhere Near You in February because it is just as amazing. Nowhere Near You comes out on February 7th.

You can pre-order it at Barnes and Noble, Book Depository or Amazon.


When The Moon Was Ours Blog Tour – Excerpt

Hi everyone. I am posting (a bit late) for the When The Moon Was Ours blog tour. I’ve heard countless praise and from what I’ve read of it, it’s all quite warranted. It’s extremely lyrical and poetic. I’ll be sharing an excerpt of it below along with some information about it first:

When The Moon Was OursWhen The Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore

Published By: St. Martin’s Thomas Dunne on October 4th, 2016

Genres: Young Adult, Contemporary, Magical Realism, Romance, LGBTQIA

Pages: 288

Goodreads Summary: 

When the Moon Was Ours follows two characters through a story that has multicultural elements and magical realism, but also has central LGBT themes—a transgender boy, the best friend he’s falling in love with, and both of them deciding how they want to define themselves.

To everyone who knows them, best friends Miel and Sam are as strange as they are inseparable. Roses grow out of Miel’s wrist, and rumors say that she spilled out of a water tower when she was five. Sam is known for the moons he paints and hangs in the trees, and for how little anyone knows about his life before he and his mother moved to town.

But as odd as everyone considers Miel and Sam, even they stay away from the Bonner girls, four beautiful sisters rumored to be witches. Now they want the roses that grow from Miel’s skin, convinced that their scent can make anyone fall in love. And they’re willing to use every secret Miel has fought to protect to make sure she gives them up.


-sea of clouds-

As far as he knew, she had come from the water. But even about that, he couldn’t be sure.

It didn’t matter how many nights they’d met on the untilled land between their houses; the last farm didn’t rotate its crops, and stripped the soil until nothing but wild grasses would grow. It didn’t matter how many stories he and Miel had told each other when they could not sleep, him passing on his mother’s fables of moon bears that aided lost travelers, Miel making up tales about his moon lamps falling in love with stars. Sam didn’t know any more than anyone else about where she’d come from before he found her in the brush field. She seemed to have been made of water one minute and the next, became a girl.

Someday, he and Miel would be nothing but a fairy tale. When they were gone from this town, no one would remember the exact brown of Miel’s eyes, or the way she spiced recado rojo with cloves, or even that Sam and his mother were Pakistani. At best, they would remember a dark- eyed girl, and a boy whose family had come from somewhere else. They would remember only that Miel and Sam had been called Honey and Moon, a girl and a boy woven into the folklore of this place.

This is the story that mothers would tell their children:

There was once a very old water tower. Rust had turned its metal such a deep orange that the whole tank looked like a pumpkin, an enormous copy of the fruit that grew in the fields where it cast its shadow. No one tended this water tower anymore, not since a few strikes from a summer of lightning storms left it leaning to one side as though it were tired and slouching. Years ago, they had filled it from the river, but now rust and minerals choked the pipes. When they opened the valve at the base of the tower, nothing more than a few drops trickled out. The bolts and sheeting looked weak enough that one autumn windstorm might crumble the whole thing.

So the town decided that they would build a new water tower, and that the old one would come down. But the only way to drain it would be to tip it over like a cup. They would have to be ready for the whole tower to crash to the ground, all that rusted metal, those thousands of gallons of dirty, rushing water spilling out over the land.

For the fall, they chose the side of the tower where a field of brush was so dry, a single spark would catch and light it all. All that water, they thought, might bring a little green. From that field, they dug up wildflowers, chicory and Indian paintbrush and larkspur, replant-ing them alongside the road, so they would not be drowned or smashed. They feared that if they were not kind to the beautiful things that grew wild, their own farms would wither and die.

Children ran through the brush fields, chasing away squirrels and young deer so that when the water tower came down, they would not be crushed. Among these children was a boy called Moon because he was always painting lunar seas and shadows onto glass and paper and anything he could make glow. Moon knew to keep his steps and his voice gentle, so he would not startle the rabbits, but would stir them to bound back toward their burrows.

When the animals and the wild flowers were gone from the brush field, the men of the town took their axes and hammers and mallets to the base of the water tower, until it fell like a tree. It arced toward the ground, its fall slow, as though it were leaning forward to touch its own shadow. When it hit, the rusted top broke off, and all that water rushed out.

For a minute the water, brown as a forgotten cup of tea, hid the brush that looked like pale wheat stubble. But when it slid and spread out over the field, flattening the brittle stalks, soaking into the dry ground, every one watching made out the shape of a small body.

A girl huddled in the wet brush, her hair stuck to her face, her eyes wide and round as amber marbles. She had on a thin nightgown, which must have once been white, now stained cream by the water. But she covered herself with her arms, cowering like she was naked and looking at every one like they were all baring their teeth.

At first a few of the mothers shrieked, wondering whose child had been left in the water tower’s path. But then they realized that they did not know this girl. She was not their daughter, or the daughter of any of the mothers in town.

No one would come near her. The ring of those who had come to see the tower taken down widened a little more the longer they watched her. Each minute they put a little more space between her and them, more afraid of this small girl than of so much falling water and rusted metal. And she stared at them, seeming to meet all their eyes at once, her look both vicious and frightened.

But the boy called Moon came forward and knelt in front of her. He took off his jacket and put it on her. Talked to her in a voice soft enough that no one else could hear it. Every one drew back, expecting her to bite him or to slash her fingernails across his face. But she looked at him, and listened to him, his words stripping the feral look out of her eyes.

After that day, anyone who had not been at the water tower thought she was the same as any other child, little different from the boy she was always with. But if they looked closely, they could see the hem of her skirt, always a little damp, never quite drying no matter how much the sun warmed it.

This would be the story, a neat distillation of what had happened. It would weed out all the things that did not fit. It would not mention how Miel, soaking wet and smelling of rust, screamed into her hands with every one watching. Because every one was watching, and she wanted to soak into the ground like the spilled water and vanish. How Sam crouched in front of her saying, “Okay, okay,” keeping his words slow and level so she would know what he meant. You can stop screaming; I hear you, I understand. And because she believed him, that he heard her, and understood, she did stop.

It would leave out the part about the Bonner sisters. The four of them, from eight- year- old Chloe to three- year- old Peyton, had been there to see the water tower come down, all of them lined up so their hair looked like a forest of autumn trees. Peyton had been holding a small gray pumpkin that, in that light, looked almost blue. She had it cradled in one arm, and with the other hand was petting it like a bird. When she’d taken a step toward Miel, clutching that pumpkin, Miel’s screaming turned raw and broken, and Peyton startled back to her sisters.

Once Sam knew about Miel’s fear of pumpkins, he understood, how Peyton treating it like it was alive made Miel afraid not only of Peyton but of all of them. But that part would never make it into the story.

This version would also strip away the part about Sam trying to take Miel home like she was a stray cat.

You can purchase it at: Barnes and Noble / Book Depository  / Amazon 

October New Release Giveaway Hop

Hi everyone! I’m participating n the October New Release Giveaway Hop hosted by Shannon. I’ve never done one a giveaway hop before, but I entered a lot before when I first started blogging. Ha. I’m a bit excited to participate in one.


I’ll be giving away an ARC of The Weight of Zero, a novel about a girl who has bipolar disorder and slowly learns how to deal with that. I recently read this and liked it a lot!

Here’s some more information from Goodreads if you’d like it:

Seventeen-year-old Cath knows Zero is coming for her. Zero, the devastating depression born of Catherine’s bipolar disease, has almost triumphed once, propelling Catherine to her first suicide attempt. With Zero only temporarily restrained by the latest med du jour, time is running out. In an old ballet shoebox, Catherine stockpiles meds, preparing to take her own life when Zero next arrives.

But Zero’s return is delayed. Unexpected relationships along with the care of a new psychiatrist start to alter Catherine’s perception of her diagnosis. But will this be enough? This is a story of loss and grief and hope and how the many shapes of love – maternal, romantic and platonic – impact a young woman’s struggle with mental illness.

The manuscript was awarded the 2014 SCBWI Work-in-Progress Grant in the Contemporary YA category, named a finalist in the 2015 Tassey-Walden Awards and won the Serendipity Literary Agency 2013 YA First Page/Novel Discovery Contest.


1. U.S. Only (I’m sorry international people!)

2. Email me within 48 hours

Have at it! Here’s the link to the Rafflecopter.

If you click below, you’ll be taken to the linky with the rest of the blogs participating in the hop.

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