The Inside Habit


Review: Match Point by Erynn Mangum

match-point-250Book3 in the Lauren Holbrook series, an inspirational novel. Here is the blurb:

Matchmaker Lauren Holbrook is happy after putting together four successful couples. That is, until the tables are turned and she’s on the receiving end of the matchmaking!

Lauren and her boyfriend, Ryan, devise a plan to make it look as if they’ve broken up so people will get off their backs about marriage. No problem, right? That’s of course until Lauren realizes she’s in love.

The first and last (this one) books in the series were definitely my favorite. Lauren finally had the cards turned on her. Some readers have said that it’s not as funny as the previous two books and this is true. However, it’s also more romantic (thank goodness! Was I the only one asking why the heck Laur-Ry weren’t locking lips??) Obviously I’m not going to get into my heartbreak over Lauren not marrying her best friend. (Got over that at the end of the last book). Ryan won me over in the end with the “weird” looks he gave Lauren.

With that said, the supporting characters didn’t exactly make my heart sing. I get that it was Lauren’s story finally being told but the others just seemed to lose their zing in this book (where did you go Brandon?).

Rating: 3/5 (Amazon; Barnes & Nobles; Chapters)

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Review: The Possibilities of Sainthood by Donna Freitas

the-possibilities-of-sainthoodYet another book-by-cover pick from me. I looked the name, loved the cover! Here is a blurb on the book:

Antonia Lucia Labella has two secrets: at fifteen, she’s still waiting for her first kiss, and she wants to be a saint. An official one. Seem strange? Well, to Antonia, saints are royalty, and she wants her chance at being a princess. All her life she’s kept company with these kings and queens of small favors, knowing exactly whom to pray to on every occasion. Unfortunately, the two events Antonia’s prayed for seem equally unlikely to happen. It’s not for lack of trying. For how long has she been hoping to gain the attention of the love of her life – the tall, dark, and so good-looking Andy Rotellini? Too long to mention. And every month for the last eight years, Antonia has sent a petition to the Vatican proposing a new patron saint and bravely offering herself for the post. So what if she’s not dead?

But as Antonia learns, in matters of the heart and sainthood, things are about as straightforward as wound-up linguini, and sometimes you need to recognize the signs.

Firstly, this book reminded me of Looking for Alibrandi. Anybody else read that sometime in high school? No? Yes? Just us, Aussies? Well, anyway… I really liked it. Antonia’s voice was interesting, held my attention all the way to the end. And her letters to the Vatican? Um, yeah, I totally agree! The minute I come up with something to be a saint of , I am writing my own letters too.

Fun (and funny) read. Recommended.

Rating: 4/5 (Amazon; Barnes & Nobles; Chapters)


Perfect Fifths




Okay, I got in on the Perfect Fifths Contest Within A Contest, since my ability to make trailers is um… nonexistent. Perfect Fifths is out April 14th! (Preorder here).


Happy V Day!

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And in the spirit of V Day, with all the love and kisses going around, I thought I would post a picture of something dearest to my heart at the moment:

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Screw the roses and chocolates. Alexander McQueen. L.O.V.E.


What language is this?

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So I came across an article. I laughed initially because come on, it has to be a joke. Right? Right?

Apparently not.

A little except:

Mr Prakash said his drink, by contrast, was made mainly of cow urine, mixed with a few medicinal and ayurvedic herbs. He said it would be “cheap”, but declined to give further details about its price or ingredients until it was officially launched.

He insisted, however, that it would be able to compete with the American cola brands, even with their enormous advertising budgets. “We’re going to give them good competition as our drink is good for mankind,” he said. “We may also think of exporting it.”

OMG. I’m sorry. The laughter is just like… automatic at this point.

Diet Coke vs. Diet Cow Urine. Definitely automatic.