21 July 2017

Ozumii Wizard Fast Food Characters

The artist Ozumii Wizard has reimagined the famous characters we see in the Fast Foods, take a look...






Too Many Women The Room by Joanne Guidoccio - Great Escapes Blog Tour + Giveaway!


Too Many Women in The Room by Joanne Guidoccio


Genre: Mystery
Source: Great Escapes
Rating: 4/5

The millionaire Gilda Greco has decided to be the silent parter of the new restaurant Xenia, but when the rehearsal dinner ends with a murder, she will have to rethink if becoming a murder suspect is worth the money she invested... Ready for a room full of potential killers?

He couldn’t believe he was following his wife’s advice. After twelve years of paying lip service to deep yoga breaths, mindfulness, and all the other New Age crap she espoused, he had finally found a use for it. His midnight run usually sorted out all the stress, but tonight was different. He still couldn’t shake the venom that had been directed his way.
To make matters worse, it had come from eight women, eight very different and very annoying women. He had bedded four, but right now he couldn’t imagine having sex with any of them. As for the untouched four, well, only one interested him, and it had nothing to do with her feminine wiles and everything to do with her healthy bank account.
He would have to take something to get through the night, something a lot stronger than his wife’s herbal teas. The remnants of an old Percocet prescription came to mind. Two capsules
might do the trick. The thought of a panacea, albeit a chemical one, calmed his racing thoughts.
A good night’s sleep would make a world of difference. And tomorrow, he would sort it out.
The light patter of feet distracted him. Definitely a woman’s gait. Her breath was even, neither shallow nor panting. Younger, maybe in her thirties. His pulse quickened, and a smile spread over his features. A welcome distraction. Just what he needed to erase the built-up stress. To hell with deep breathing, affirmations, and Percocet.

A womaniser has been killed by one of the women he shares the dinner with, all of them have a motive, who is the one that couldn't tolerate him any more? With so many secrets to hide, I was not surprised that the dinner ended with a victim!
In the beginning I was a little swamped by all the characters, too many information with just a few pages. This is the second book of the Gilda Greco series, you can read it as standalone, but you will be a little lost with all the family and friends connections, there are too many!
I liked very much Gilda's character, she always have resources and a positive mind.  And even if they had taken advantage of money before, she never stops trusting people, something we all must do! And let me tell you the truth, my favourite part of the book was when her aunties try to make a few enchantments to protect her, it was hilarious! 
I can't wait to read more of the Gilda adventures, and I am quite intrigued by her relation with the handsome detective Carlo, will they be able to repair the little problems they have? We'll see... 
If you like the cooking mysteries, this book is for you, and at the end there are a few recipes to enjoy at home, what else do you need?
In a room full of possible killers, who would be the one you suspect less?

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Here's a little excerpt from the author...

Affirmations for Writers

During my cancer journey, I read Louise Hay’s book, You Can Heal Your Life, and developed an interest in affirmations. 

What is an affirmation?

An affirmation states an outcome or truth you wish to impress upon your mind. While the affirmation doesn’t actually make things happen, it can raise your vibration so that you are more receptive to the desired outcome.

At first wary, I slowly warmed up to the topic and adopted several of Louise’s suggestions:

Every cell of my body radiates health.
I relax and let my body heal itself.
I lovingly do everything I can to assist my body in maintaining physical health.

I also liked using the following mantra-like affirmation from French psychologist Émile Coué de la Châtaigneraie:
Every day, in every way, I’m getting better and better.

Having experienced success with these health-based affirmations, I decided to use this technique to help achieve my writing goals. And I wanted to create my own personal affirmations rather than piggy-backing on someone else’s success. 

Here are the affirmations I’ve used during the past nine years of my writing journey:

My words flow easily.
Each day, I write with confidence and enthusiasm.
I submit a manuscript that is well received by a publishing house.
I write 50,000 words of a first draft during the month of November.
Joyful and creative, I delight in inspiring and motivating others with my written work.

Tips for Writing and Using Affirmations

1. Use the first person and the present tense. 
2. Keep the affirmations brief and limited. Focus on one or two until you’ve incorporated them into your psyche.
3. Don’t sabotage yourself with an unrealistic goal. For example, “My book achieves best-seller status” is too much of a jump for an unpublished writer who is struggling with the first draft of her book. 
4. Practice your affirmations each day. You can say them first thing in the morning, while looking in the mirror, or while exercising. 

5. Write down your affirmations. You can stick them on your mirror or bulletin board, post them on your computer, or carry them in your purse or wallet.

11 July 2017

An Act Of Silence by Colette McBeth - Blog Tour


Today I have the pleasure to introduce you An Act Of Silence by Colette McBeth, take a look at the original plot...

These are the facts I collect. 
My son Gabriel met a woman called Mariela in a bar. She went home with him. They next morning she was found in an allotment. 
Mariela is dead. 
Gabriel has been asked to report to Camden Police station in six hours for questioning
Linda Moscow loves her son; it's her biological instinct to keep him safe. But if she's not sure of his innocence, how can she stand by him? Should she go against everything she believes in to protect him?
She's done it before, and the guilt nearly killed her.


Sounds interesting? I am sure that after reading the excerpt you will not be able to stand without reading the full book! Enjoy! ;)

Gabriel

It’s her house. My subconscious is playing tricks, has lured me here knowing that if I was in full control of my faculties this is the last place I would have chosen. The vision of it rearing up in
front of me, half lit by a stuttering streetlight, produces a violence in my gut. Why here? Why not a friend’s house, or Palab’s? Anywhere. 
A deep phlegmy laugh crackles through the night air. Someone’s been smoking too many Marlboro reds. But there’s no one else around. It is my laugh. And suddenly I know what’s so funny. The truth, that’s what. This is the place. The only place. Who else was I going to turn to? She knows who I am, underneath the bullshit and the expensive suits and the fame. That’s what everyone else wants, my so-called friends, my manager, the women. She loves me despite it. Another truth, they’re coming thick and fast tonight. Maybe that’s why I avoid her.She can see right through me. 
She’s my mother. 
I have to tell her. That’s why I have come here. I need her to look at me and see beyond the state I’m in and know, absolutely, no shadow of a fucking doubt, that despite everything I am still her son. I’m her boy, not faultless, far from it, but good at my heart.
I am not a murderer.
I need to hear her say the words: I believe you.
If I don’t have that, what else is left?

I let myself in. The blue numbers on the oven say 5.01. I want to wake her but then I always was a selfish bastard so I fight the urge, sit on my hands and let her sleep. As it happens, I don’t have very long to wait until her footsteps creak on the stairs. A warmth spreads through my veins, travels the length of me from my big toe to my fingertips and up through my head. It is hope. She is my hope and she’s here in the kitchen, flicking on the light. She hasn’t seen me, so I keep it casual and say, Milk, one sugar, please.
You’d think it is a fairly harmless request, but it doesn’t go down well.
She emits a scream. I hadn’t entertained the possibility that  my presence might give her a fright, it certainly wasn’t my intention. I should have thought it through, planned my arrival more carefully, but my cognitive abilities aren’t functioning at their peak right now, and I can’t turn back the clock.
We are where we are.
Her first words take a while to come out because after she recovers from the initial shock she spends a good while staring at me with a look of abject horror. It produces a sweat that beads on my forehead and chin and slides like worms down my back. I know I’m not looking my best but, to be fair, neither is she. Her hair would put Medusa to shame and her dressing gown, well, that should have been retired years ago. So I’m on the verge of saying, Shall we call it quits, when she beats me to it.
‘What have you done?’
I rerun her question in my head. What have you done? I heard it right first time. Why would she assume, before anything else, that I had done something wrong?
Because she always does.
My eyes tear up. The hope that had been kicking out so much heat fizzles to nothing.
I’m a grown man, universally acknowledged to be a success – though granted this current shitstorm isn’t my golden moment – but I need her trust, her love. Belief. I still need her.
She sees my tears. I wipe them away, embarrassed.
‘Oh, Gabriel,’ she says and holds me in a squeeze. ‘Tell me. There’s nothing that can’t be fixed.’
BOOM!
The hope ignites again.

I tell her about Mariela, as best I can; the details are a little sketchy even in my mind. I wasn’t exactly sober on the night and thirty sleepless hours have not improved my recall.
As I’m recounting the story and trying to gloss over the sex bit (there are things no mother needs to know about their son) it occurs to me that I can’t turn up at the police station in my current frame of mind. How can I sit in a room for hours and answer question after question? Christ, I don’t have any answers, none of it is straight in my head. I need a bit of space. Time to straighten myself out and collect my thoughts.
I ask her if I can borrow her car because this, it seems to me, is the obvious solution. She mutters something about needing it for a trip to Scotland. I ask for a bit of money too. It’s not like she won’t get it back. I have plenty, but walking to the cashpoint right now could be problematic. Someone would recognise me and, even if they didn’t, the police could trace my whereabouts.
That wouldn’t be good for either of us.
I wait for her response. I’d settle for a simple nod of her head. Something. Now is not the time for the silent treatment.
In the absence of a reply, I up the ante. ‘Someone is trying to frame me. You’re my mother. You know I couldn’t have done this . . .’
Say you believe me.
She closes her eyes as if she’s trying to summon sleep and the anger swells inside me.
‘Mum, please.’
Her eyes are open again, staring at something on my neck.
‘What’s that?’
I run my finger over the area in question. It’s a scratch, more of a gouge. Mariela and her nails. She wanted it rough. Don’t they all.
‘Oh that. I did it on a branch.’
She stares at it too long and I know what’s happening, her dedication to root out the worst in me is currently fastening itself to this cut on my neck.
‘Don’t do that,’ I beg. I sound pathetic. Can’t help it. She’s making my insides shrivel. I need her to hold me, kiss my head, tell me not to worry, It’s a mistake, I know you couldn’t have done it. I search her face for love but instead I read disappointment, disbelief, distrust.
‘If you haven’t done anything wrong, you have nothing to worry about.’
IF.
The word goes off like a siren.
‘You said, if I haven’t done anything wrong.’
‘Did I?’
‘You think I could have done this?’
My own mother doesn’t believe me. She sees right through to my soul and finds only dark, putrid matter inside. The hope is snuffed out. She was it. It all comes down to her. Always has. Her trust. She won’t give it. Can’t. I look to her for answers but all I find are more words: disdain, disapproval, disgust.

1 July 2017

Mercury by Margot Livesey - Blog Tour


Today I have the pleasure to introduce you to Mercury by Margot Livesey. Take a look at the original plot...

A taut emotional thriller about love, obsession, and the secrets that pull a family apart. Donald believes he knows all there is to know about seeing. An optician in suburban Boston, he rests assured that he and his wife, Viv, who works at the local stables, will live out quiet lives with their two children. Then Mercury -- a gorgeous young racehorse -- enters their lives and everything changes. Viv's friend Hilary has inherited Mercury from her brother after his mysterious death -- he was riding Mercury late one afternoon and the horse returned to the stables alone. When Hilary first brings Mercury to board at the stables everyone there is struck by his beauty and prowess, particularly Viv. As she rides him, Viv dreams of competing with Mercury, rebuilding the ambitions of grandeur that she held for herself before moving to the suburbs. But her daydreams soon morph into consuming desire, and her infatuation with the thoroughbred quickly escalates to obsession. By the time Donald understands the change that has come over Viv, it is too late to stop the impending fate that both their actions have wrought for them and their loved ones. A beautifully crafted, riveting novel about the ways in which relationships can be disrupted and, ultimately, destroyed by obsession, secrets, and ever-escalating lies.



Interesting, don't you think? Here are a few words from Margot Livesey explaining how this original idea came up on her mind...

And the Mercury began with a column I wrote for the Boston Globe about learning to shoot a gun. When the column was published, I got over a hundred emails and several phone calls, almost all from men, taking me to task for my views on gun control. One man left a message: “You’re just a Scottish immigrant. You’re lucky that there are Americans with guns ready to protect you.”

A month or two later I was having a drink with a Scottish friend who, like me, spends most of his time in the States. On his second glass of red wine he told me that the previous week, searching for something in the boot of his car, he had found a gun. His wife had bought it legally, to protect herself, but not bothered to mention it to him. They had met years ago at an anti war demonstration. Now he said sadly, “We used to believe the same things but we don’t any more.”

I was deep in another novel, The Flight of Gemma Hardy, but I was very struck both by how my column about guns had hit a nerve and by this different kind of infidelity which I had not seen in many novels. I had also long wanted to write about an ambitious woman. Gradually these two ideas converged with my desire to write something about vision. Of our five senses sight is the one we rely on most and yet it’s the one that’s most easily manipulated or deceived.

So I made my husband Donald – I named him after a Scottish king - an optometrist but I wasn’t sure at first what the focus of his wife, Viv’s, ambitions would be. A good friend has become an ardent rider and visiting the stables with her, I remembered how passionately I loved riding and horses as a teenager. And I thought this was a perfect passion for Viv because people have such different opinions about horses. Some people think it makes perfect sense to lavish time and money on these large animals. Others think it’s mad.

Writing Mercury required a good deal of research - for me always a very pleasurable part of writing. There were many visits to stables and conversations with equestrians. My optometrist was very helpful, as was the librarian at the school for the blind in Boston. And I had a wonderful time visiting pet shops and interviewing African Grey parrots who were not always as articulate as Donald’s parrot, Nabokov.

The biggest stretch was writing about guns, and I visited a number of gun shops in New Hampshire. They were often oddly cosy, with groups of men sitting around drinking coffee and eating donuts. When I explained about my novel, they were eager to help me get things right. To them there was nothing surprising about wanting to buy a gun. That required no explanation. What did need explaining was why I had waited so long. Talking to them I began to understand the deep divide in American culture and Viv might cross that divide.

24 June 2017

Paper Clip vs Stamp Paper Clip

I woke up today with the trending topic on twitter of the quite expensive Prada Paper Clip, with a modest price of $185. The dimensions are not quite big 6.25cm long and 2.25cm wide and made in Italy. 
But the most funny thing is that I am thinking of buying a stamp paper clip, from Raw market, the price is $11.90, the dimensions are 30x30mm. And I am still deciding if it's worth the money!
So I find quite ironic that someone can buy a simple paper clip for $185 and I am breaking my heart deciding if I could afford another stamp that seems perfect for some projects I have in mind. But the eternal question that is haunting me is: is it now the moment to buy it? It's just a simple craving or I will use it?
The world is so unfair!

23 June 2017

Anai Greog Art

Some beautiful and colourful creations by the artist Anai Greog.




The Good Daughter by Karin Slaughter

The Good Daughter by Karin Slaughter
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Source: NetGalley
Rating: 5/5



Growing without a mother has to be one of the most difficult things a child has to accept, but if you saw her killed and how your big sister was shoot, the nightmares will hunt you all of your life.
This is the story of Charlotte and Samantha, how their life changed a long time ago...

I loved this book, I would give it a ten, it's a must read, hunting, heartbreaking and dark!
Charlotte's story is not easy to forget, talk or think, her life changed in just one day, but it's time to accept the past and start living again... thanks to some horrible actions she will be reunited to her family and maybe start healing some wounds... is she ready?
I am not sure which situation Charlotte has lived is worst, her mother killed or the shooting at the school, both horrible and scary, no one wants to be on any of them, imagine living and surviving both! It surprised me how the police acted on both situations; striking suspects, coercing victims... they didn't want to try to find the truth and what you see it's not always the truth! I know Charlotte father is not quite loved for any of the police members, but you should always be respectful, don't you think?
It was funny all the information the characters drop about science, there are some surprising facts that I loved to learn! 
I liked very much this book and I think it's one of my favourite from Karin Slaugher, it's not from any series, you could feel the emotions on your skin, the pain and nightmares like they are your own, not just a story from a book.
One of the things that shocked me most of the book was when Charlotte tells her sister "I don't feel guilty because I ran away, I feel guilty because I couldn't run faster." I think this sentence will stay with me for a long time, it says so many things in just a few words... sadness, lost hopes, nightmares... 
Are you a good daughter?

20 June 2017

Angular Geometry of Tyler Haywood

Some mesmerising geometry that will keep you hypnotised for a while by Tyler Haywood.




The Things We Thought We Knew by Mahsuda Snaith - Blog Tour


The Things We Thought We Knew by Mahsuda Snaith
Genre: Fiction
Source: Transworld Books

Ravine has spend her last 10 years of her life in bed suffering chronic pain syndrome, since the day her friend Marianne disappeared... 

Since the beginning you feel there's something about Ravine's friend disappearance that we don't know, a mystery that keep you glued to the pages of this book and needing to know more, and the big question, does it have anything to do with Ravine's illness?  
I loved the intersperse stories between the present and Ravine's childhood, so sweet and tender, that make you remember your own dreams and experiences when you were 8 years old. 
My favourite character was Ravine's mother, Amma, her love for her daughter is so big, she will stop all of her life just to be near her daughter and support her, and at the same time she is strong and has enough confidence in her daughter hoping that everything will get better, even if her life has never been easy...
This is not the type of books I normally read, but I loved how Mahsuda Snaith has created a heartwarming story with real-life characters and with a multicultural environment. Be prepared to fall in love with this book.
Do you remember any childhood memory that marked your life?

19 June 2017

Paw Crew Socks

Are you a cat lover and you want to have some cute socks?
Take a look at these super realistic socks, your feet will be like your favourite animal paw!
You can buy it at What On Earth.





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