Blogger Bites: Why Do YOU Read?


Disclaimer: This post has very little to do with the blogging process, but it will be fun nonetheless! Of course it is.

A few days prior, Lillian and I had a short, yet meaningful discussion over at Twitter (where short is perpetual, and meaningful is rare). She and I talked love for books, and how unearthed ours—she of course, inspired by the conversation, decided to put up an amazing post of her own at For Books And Cake, regarding the “derivation of her bookish genes”, tagging me in the process! So of course, I’ll be sharing a Throwback Thursday rip-off of sorts, but this time with words instead of pictures! I seriously hope you prefer the latter, because books are ALL about words. So who’s in? If you are, please do leave a comment and share your own stories!


I don’t come from a bookish family. My mom reads books on occasion, but she prefers them either spiritual or adult, neither of which appeal to me in passing. My brother reads as well, but not even close to half as much as I do, since he already has more than enough on is plate with college (or uni, as you may prefer to call it), constantly burning the midnight oil, such that it’s a wonder he can manage a Day of Debate post. My dad avoids books like the plague. He’s sort of obsessive compulsive in that he won’t start a book he can’t finish in one sitting, and unless he’s amassed enough sleep and coffee (he hasn’t), it’s not gonna happen.

I have loved books since pre-school, but have been collecting them since the blog only. My shelf is a lackadaisical attempt at calling itself a shelf, and I can attest to that because of its size (or lack, thereof). I’ve been reading for as long as I can remember, and I can remember pretty far back. However, I only used to do so whenever I had the money, because my parents trained me to save up for my own luxuries at a tender age. Unfortunately, I never really had much to spend in the first place, since I was always running around in school, and consequently always hungry. I was probably the cafeteria’s most frequent customer. Therefore, I couldn’t read as much as I would have wanted to.


A lot of the people I call friends are readers. And for this, I am eternally grateful. Before the blog, my recommendations were in receipt of my classmates, usually in the standard format “JASMINE YOU HAVE GOT TO READ THIS MYGOLLY HE WAS SO ATTRACTIVE”. This usually worked. My brother also helped cement my love for literature, fanboying with me in terms of Harry Potter, The Hunger Games and Percy Jackson.

I used to read a whole lot of manga. A lot of people still do, and truth be told, I haven’t completely gotten over this phase just yet. Even though it sometimes seems weird that I am attracted to graphics and CGI, I console myself with the fact that as of the moment I am attracted to a few words on paper, tailgated by a vivid mental image of my celebrity crush. Now however, I have stopped collecting manga (I used to read anything CLAMP) and have instead begun establishing my collection of books. And for this, I hold no regrets.

My bookish habits have changed over the years since Flip That Page. I don’t enter a bookstore and leave empty-handed anymore, for example. I read one or two books each week, instead of the usual one or two each month (home reading reports inclusive). I have known for a long time that a book is a krabby patty, and I, a resident of bikini bottom. I never really used to act on impulse, buying books more than I should have (and we all do, admit it! Tell me your pile isn’t just behemothic, and I’ll reconsider).

readingBiting off more than I can chew. And I love it.


So, for the derivation of my bookish genes, I’ll have to consider the three most significant factors due its envisage:

  1. My habit of reading manga, which got me started on the concept of fangirling.
  2. My classmates and brother, who unremittingly recommended and read with me.
  3. My innate reader self, a steady flame that has since been burning from the out within.

Now here comes the fun part: What’s the derivation of yours? 😀

Do tell! Sound off in the comments and make my day 🙂


The Liebster Award!


Emma at Spun With Words recently nominated me for the Liebster Award (my second overall, or third if you count the double-whammy). After grinning idiotically from ear to ear for a solid ten minutes or so, I decided to pull myself together and publish the accompanying post! Thanks again to Emma! Words cannot express how amazing you are, and not because of the nomination. Seriously, you guys. You have gots to check her blog out.


Now comes the fun part! I answered Emma’s questions, and they go a little something like this:

What are you currently reading?

This need not be answered verbally! Scour the blog and find out 😉 Oh and, appreciate my pro design skillz while you are it (HAHAHA). I’m kidding, I am a total novice when it comes to aesthetics.

What is/are your favorite books of all time?

I’m a broken record, and I’m on repeat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat. Well if you don’t already know (shame on you!) it’s The Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare. I know a lot of you scorn this one, but kudos to eccentric taste! Really though, it was great. On the safe side, I really liked No One’s Angel and Eleanor and Park.

How did you come up with your blog name?

I think this came from my relentless chatter. To put things in perspective though, I used to curl up with a good book most of the time, accompanied by a friend or two. We’d read the same book and sit in silence together, and it just so happened that I used to read at deluxe speed in comparison. Every half minute or so, I’d say “flip that page”, and most impatiently. The term just grew on me, I suppose.

Who are your top three book boyfriends?

Guuuurl, you cannot expect me to settle with just three! I have a vast plethora of book boyfriends, thank you very much.

… I’m kidding. I think a lot of the love interests I have so far come across are more than just swoon-worthy, but I’d have to go with Adam Wilde, whose songs share a love-hate relationship with my fragile heart, James Carstairs, who can do no wrong, and Aaron Warner, because SIXTY TWO. He is devilishly attractive. Goddamn.

Do you have a favorite book quote?

None I attach myself to, but to reinforce my previous answer,

“I want so many things,” he whispers. “I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.” His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says “I want this up.” He tugs on the waist of my pants and says “I want these down.” He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it’s racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, “never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.”

– Aaron Warner

Excuse me as I go melt into a puddle of sludge.

Do you have any personal memes on your blog?

Memes, no. Too lazy! I also have this horrible sinking feeling that no one will want to participate if I do host one. HAHA.

If you could meet any author, past or present, who would it be, and why?

Tahereh Mafi, because she is a goddess, but not without Ransom Riggs. It’s a buy one take one, you guys. They’re like a package deal now, and I’m lovin’ it.

Have you any bookish pet peeves?

Not much, but I hate annoying heroines. Annoying could mean any number of things, but that just goes to show how easy it is for an author to irritate me with a poorly written protagonist. Fortunately for me, they don’t abound, at least not in terms of the books I’ve read so far. And oh, I also can’t stand broken spines. I tolerate dog-ears, to a certain extent, but the spine is the part of the book I care for the most. If it gets damaged, I spend half the day in mourning.

What are your favorite genres?

Young Adult, hands down. I am however, quite-open minded in terms of genres with crossover appeal, such as Adult and New Adult, but more for the latter, due to constant exposure.

If you could be a character from any book, travel to any world, who would you be? Where would you go? And (again from any book) who would you bring with you?

Tough one! I’d probably go for Piper McLean though, despite the fact that she has arguably the most useless power a demigod could ask for. Still, she’s a demigod, and that in and of itself can spell total ownage and badassery. I will probably suck at being Piper, but Piper sucks at being Piper anyway, so to err is human and entirely acceptable. Besides, I’d get an impossibly attractive boyfriend who can uhm, electrocute monsters and uhm, fly. I totally dig that.

I’d like to make my own wave of questions, but the ones asked on here seem the most interesting, so I’ll pass it on 😉


And the nominees are:

Reem (I Read And Tell). Her sense of humor is seriously at level max. If you’re looking for a quick fix laugh, I Read And Tell is the way to go!

Eve (PaperGrey). Well, her blog is pretty self-explanatory! Read her reviews, agree to her discussions, laugh at her GIFs and her attitude… you’ll love her, swear.

Shannelle (The Tracery of Ink). Her snarky discussions and her straightforward style of writing lives little for want. For a blogger even younger than I am, she’s pretty impressive!

Sandra (Tea Between Books). She’s one of the newer bloggers who seem to be meant for blogging. You definitely want to check her out!

Helen (My Novel Opinion). I love her Novel Natter posts! She’s an approachable bloggers you can always relate to, so if you’re looking for a thought provoking discussion, pay her blog a visit!

Kayla (The Thousand Lives). recently discovered the blog, but rest assured it’s a nice place to lurk. HA!

Arial (In Italics). She’s pretty new to the scene, but her posts are so thorough and amazing that it never seems like it! Her blog is definitely worth your attention 😉

Annie (Random Reads). She’s a friendly blogger who takes the time to leave meaningful comments, but it’s her blog you really want to see! I just love how it shows her personality J

Lillian (For Books And Cake). Lillian’s an amazing blogger who knows the ins and outs of amazing posts (which never cease to amaze me, and neither does she!)

Chiara (Books For A Delicate Eternity). She probably has like, 100000 of these, but her awesomeness is enough for me not to care. Seriously! Still feels like a crime not to do this (sorry Chiara, it’s the same award D: ) Share the lovin’ for the soul sister :>

 P.S. If you’re a nominee and your blog is award free, ignore this post completely. Forgive my laziness to check your status. 

Thanks once again to Emma! I love you, darlin ❤


Review: My Life Next Door

  mylifeTitle: My Life Next Door

  Author: Huntley Fitzpatrick

  Release Date: June 14, 2012

  Publisher: Dial Books For Young Readers

  Description: 394 pages, Young Adult Contemporary


“One thing my mother never knew, and would disapprove of most of all, was that I watched the Garretts. All the time.”

The Garretts are everything the Reeds are not. Loud, messy, affectionate. And every day from her rooftop perch, Samantha Reed wishes she was one of them . . . until one summer evening, Jase Garrett climbs up next to her and changes everything.

As the two fall fiercely for each other, stumbling through the awkwardness and awesomeness of first love, Jase’s family embraces Samantha – even as she keeps him a secret from her own. Then something unthinkable happens, and the bottom drops out of Samantha’s world. She’s suddenly faced with an impossible decision. Which perfect family will save her? Or is it time she saved herself?


On The Right Side Of The Wrong Bed

For as long as I can remember, I have been apprehensive of books under the contemporary genre. I have been under the impression that the pragmatism behind such books would defeat the purpose of reading, an escape from the harsh realities of life come to naught. But that was once upon a time, and this is now. My Life Next Door was a piquant and captivating read, adorable one second and electrifying the next. Though I did find myself in a bit of a tight spot as I tried to cope with the leisurely pacing, I was thoroughly impressed with the writing style, forthright with its simplicity. Though the romance in the book could easily have been classified insta-love, I was fascinated by the way the author managed to move around it, keeping me under the pretense that Jase and Samantha had known each other for years. Despite how the ending seemed breakneck and abrupt, I for once admired the unrestrained, somehow open-ended conclusion that simultaneously left me unfulfilled and satiating, introducing me to one side of contemporary once unbeknownst, but now sweepingly endeared and appreciated.


In Silent Observance

Samantha Reed was the daughter of a politician, one of stern, draconian upbringing. Though I envied her the ease at which money flowed through, I could not deny the admiration of the fact that she was down-to-earth and plainspoken, not at all the prissy, Jase-centered girl I was expecting. Though I could have done without her constant second guessing, I found myself growing increasingly attached to her character, finally understanding the impact of the consequences she had to face on a daily basis. Samantha’s troubles were a challenge to relate to, yet easy to empathize with. Well into the book, I found her character in a state of development, ultimately admiring her eagerness to step out of the shadow of reluctance and into the light of self-confidence. She was loyal to her friends in the midst of trial and misconception, and at the same time had the strength not to let emotions get the best of her and lead her to ruthlessness. She stood for her beliefs without being boorish and impertinent, and in terms of Jase, I was impressed by the extent of her self-control. The romance was idyllic without being sloppy, and the scenes between Jase and Samantha were heartwarming without being over-sentimental. Safe to say I hold her in esteem.

“He instantly covers my fingers with his own, giving me his slow, intoxicating smile. I feel a pang, as though I’m handing over a part of myself I’ve never offered before.”


Shot Through The Heart

Jase was, predictably, six feet of pure muscle, tufts of boyish hair, mesmerizing hazel brown eyes, and charm enough for total infatuation. I of course, was one of the unsuspecting many. Jase was a romantic, earnest and persevering son, brother, and boyfriend, chasing after an endless dream. I admired him his passion for excellence and uncompromising demeanor, which of course, served only to highlight his gentle perfection. He made sure to take things slow with Samantha, at her pace, not his, and I loved how effective he was when it came to fixing broken things, machine or otherwise. He was softhearted as well as good-looking, such that swoon-worthy would not even begin to cover it. He, however, was not the best part. George was one of the many adorable Garrett spawn, made out of pure cutesy and adorable. His childish one-liners cracked me up multiple times, and I loved how he could lighten the drudging mood in the blink of an eye. Tim was a sarcastic prig with a shitload of problems, but insofar as the book went, he was one of the most honest and realistic, slowly becoming one of my favorites. Though the rest of the characters lacked in depth, I was glad to note that the ones who mattered most made it count.


And You’re Too Late

Overall, My Life Next Door was a breezy and interesting read, a book that would serve an unorthodox, yet perfectly logical form of relaxation for one on vacation, and looking for adventure. Though the pacing was much too gradual for my taste, I found myself thoroughly immersed in the story somewhere through the middle-end. It was predictable at times, yet it kept me excited for scenes between Jase and Samantha, Samantha and the Garretts, and just about anything remotely involving Tim. The conclusion left the door ajar, and would probably bother those who would rather a solution to each and every problem, yet I myself loved the simple resolve, and would recommend this book to all those looking for a feel good title.

If you are interested in contemporary books with a modern family twist, set against a backdrop of politics and reticent secrets that dramatically raise the stakes for everyone involved, then I suggest you waste no time picking this book up, because I can guarantee you some form of enjoyment.

“They say you never know what you would do in a hypothetical situation. We’d all like to think we’d be one of the people who gave up their lifejackets and waved a stoic good-bye from the slanting deck of the titanic, someone who jumped in front of a bullet for a stranger, or turned and raced back up the stairs of one of the towers, in search of someone who needed help rather than our own security. But you just don’t know for sure if, when things fall apart, you’ll think safety first, or if safety will be the last thing on your mind.” 


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