The Feeling of Forever by Jamie Howard
The Feeling of Forever by Jamie Howard
I went into this book with just about zero expectation. I tend to not enjoy books where there are kids involved. (what in the world is going on with all these readers hoping that Feyre is going to end up preg in A Court of Wings and Ruin???)
I stumbled upon Dare to Love by C. P. Santi on twitter. I’ve gotten SO MANY good recs on that social platform, but this one is one for the record books. The premise is this: a single mother who lives at a convent with her religious family finds this tatted up male sleeping in her bed. What follows is a want to love tug-of-war with herself, and ultimately, deciding if she is able to open her heart.
The name of this main girl is Gia, and she is strong as hell. She’s also got this great gig restoring architecture, and her passion is old churches. Which is just, so freaking cool. I didn’t really know all that went into that, but then I started researching and was like wow. Woah. Not my thing, I like writing more than numbers, but what a cool opportunity.
I’ve decided to compile a list of all the places I’d like to work on if I were in the restoration business. Enjoy, lovelies.
Minor Basilica of St. Lorenzo Ruiz
Plaza L. Ruiz, Binondo, Manila
Cathedral Parish of St. Andrew
Quirino Ave., La Huerta, Parañaque City
Catedral de la Santa Cruz y Santa Eulalia
Barcelona, Spain
So let’s chat about wanderlust a bit. If you could go anywhere (outer space included!) where would you go?
Y’ALL. There are so freaking many books that I can’t wait to get my hands on this year. I mean, let’s be real, some of these covers alone can be bought for #bookstagram worthy-ness. All the flowers. I’m swooning.
I swear I need to get one of those super cute fainting couches from the Victorian era. Granted those were for whalebone corsets stitched up to tight, but over-excitement from pretty books can be just as breathtaking.
I’m serious.
In case your TBR shelf isn’t toppling over already, I’ve rounded up fifteen of the books that I’m super-duper excited for right now. I hope you’ll add some to your Goodreads (because we all know that’s pretty much the greatest website on earth) and then tweet me some recs too!
Happy reading.
xoxo,
Jackie
Gah. I love this picture. I mean really. This is the aesthetic I dream of being my aesthetic. Let’s just replace the cappuccino with an americano and BABE WE ARE SET.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow United States Residents! I just love the fact that we choose to write out all the hella nasty things we did to the Natives in favor of recognizing that these folks went out of their way to make sure everyone (Native and New Folks alike) didn’t all die a short, painful, hunger and disease induced death. Conquering ‘new’ land is always such an ethical adventure, isn’t it? But, hey! Now we have turkey and mashed potatoes and dressing to eat on this fall-ish day of the year.
All of that is a rant for another time, though. And don’t kid yourself- there will be a rant.
Onto the more cheery things!
I’ve found out a few things since this college adventure thing. While I’m not totally wreaking havoc like the pilgrims did, I am trying to figure out how to live in this new environment. Sometimes that means asking RAs or my friends for help. Sometimes that means (GASP) leaving my cozy dorm room. To bring myself comfort, I’ve indulged a bit.
Here are a few things that I’ve learned to love since coming to Houston.
P O D C A S T S
Y’ALL. Have you listened to the STUFF YOU SHOULD KNOW podcast on Spotify? It is actually one of my favorite things ever. These dudes get my sense of humor and let me explore my own curiosity. Want to know The Satanic Panic in the 80s? About Lizzie Borden? Gossip? The Voynich Manuscript?
This is your one stop shop.
C O O K I E B U T T E R
Who freaking knew this stuff is so dang delicious/addicting? I can’t keep it in my room on account of having finished a jar of it in two weeks flat. I had only a spoon. Yummy.
C O F F E E S H O P S
I’m pretty sure that my roommates think I’m super strange, but I’m searching for an emotional connection to this city. I miss my home. The food and the square and the familiarity. I like knowing where everything is and what is new and when things are opening and closing and that feeling of comfort. My wandering the indie coffee shops of Houston helps me find myself a bit. I’ll walk in an look at the menu-pretend that I’ll order something other than an americano- and sit down and just stare out windows.
Two that I’m totally in love with are Toute Suite and EQ Heights. Gorgeous.
This is how I find my place in this vast city.
F R I E N D S
New, old, whatever. I love these gorgeous humans who’ve helped me find my footing. To my roomies: let’s go on more color wall and coffee shop adventures. Let’s take a trip to Galveston. To my life humans: dear lord I love y’all more than I can possibly say. I don’t know where to begin. I suppose y’all are all kind of stuck with me.
F A M I L Y
Awh, the last two are so cheesy. I’m grateful for the calls and the texts and the pictures sent of my pets. Also for letting me wander a bit. Hopefully it’s not in circles.
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So, my lovely, lovely humans: what are you grateful for?
If you want to learn more about PTSD look at these websites: ADAA, NIH, US Gov.
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I adore history. I’m not super sure if you are very well aware of the matter. Have you heard of Mackenzi Lee? No? Well go check out her Friday fun days and you’ll get obsessed too. She’s a badass woman who talks about badass women.
I adore the sum of it. So freaking much.
I’m also just beginning this whole college thing. Already changing my major! Wheeeeee! This Parts of History shingdig is me trying to figure myself out while trying to make sense of the past. Not that that is at all possible. But it suuuuure is fun.
For my first one of this series I’ll be talking about the last Queen of Hawaii.
I’ll just begin with you can check out all this information on these websites: PBS, HISTORY.
As you just read, Lili’nokalani was the final queen of the kingdom of Hawaii. After having the throne passed down to her by her brother when she was in for 40s, she worked to restore Hawaii to it’s old ways. Those old ways being a monarchy instead of run by rich sugar plantation owners. As you may have been able to guess, these rich plantation owners were none too happy about her personal mission and went to the USA government to try to fight for their survival.
They wanted annexation, but Lili stood her ground. She, as demonstrated by Hawaii being a part of the USA today, was unable to win her battle. This was made particularly difficult where her niece (who she made her only heir since she and her American-born ship captain husband never had any children of their own) died of poor health at the young as heck age of 24 in 1899.
Whoops, forgot to mention that this queen lived from 1838 until her death in 1917.
This fun fact is important because women in positions of power is something virtually unheard of for the era.
(another fun fact, way wAY back, the Huns had no issue with female authority. In fact, women were warriors along side men. Read more about female warriors in history here.)
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That’s about all I’ve got on this human. There will be more fun historical happenings in future posts. Stay tuned!
What are some of your favorite lesser-known people in history?
I’M HERE TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I DO IN FACT HAVE A HEART. IT BEATS. IT GUSHES BLOOD. THERE ARE VEINS AND MUSCLE. AND IT DOES FEEL MUSHY, EMOTIONAL THINGS OCCASIONALLY.
As a general thing, I do not cry when characters die. I mean, hell yes, I get super emotionally connected to the book characters. I’m romantically involved with more than I dare share with you, dear reader. I call even more of them some of my most trusted friends. And I know pretty much the summation of you reading this understand what I’m talking about.
(Looking at you, High Lord of the Night Court, Aedion, and Noah Elliot Simon Shaw)
All that being said, I can count on one hand the number of times the death of a character has cleaved off a fraction of my soul. You can probably name the most heartbreaking character death you’ve ever experienced and I can almost assure you that, if I read the book, I did not shed a tear. I probably didn’t even blink.
Unless it was an animal. Then there’s a pretty good likelihood I either didn’t read the book (Old Yeller, Marley and Me) or stopped reading it immediately.
If you follow me on Twitter or Goodreads, you’ll know I binge read the Throne of Glass series early August because one of my friends finished my collection as a late birthday present. (THANK YOU MY DARLING. KISSES.) Well, I was reading Queen of Shadows by the legendary S. J. Maas the other day when I had this both horrifying and kind of surprising revelation.
(spoiler: my heart isn’t made of ice, I do have a heart, and my soul is as much intact as yours is. Take that as you will.)
Y’ALL I START CRYING WHEN CHARACTERS HAVE INSELY HUMAN EXPERIENCES. THE WATER WORKS START FLOWING WHEN THE CHARACTER’S HIT ON MY OWN PERSONAL FEARS. AUTHORS, WHY ARE YOU MESSING WITH ME SO MUCH?
(but also thank you, because you’ve given me hope like I can’t describe)
These are the two books I remember the most that I read and sobbed like a freaking two-year-old who just had their hard-earned Halloween treats stolen from them. (why did you do that?) One of them is the afore-mentioned Queen of Shadows. The other book is Cinder & Ella by Kelly Oram.
In these two books my own personal fears pretty much materialized / immortalized themselves forever in paper. I felt like I was reading things that I thought only I knew, and that only I felt. And, sweet heavens above, I didn’t feel alone. In that moment, in the countless times I re-read those passages, teary-eyed and unable to move on with the rest of the book until I got a solid foothold on my emotions, I did not feel alone. And also in those moment, I hadn’t realized that I had felt alone.
Not until I had someone, a character in a book (and soon after a forever fixture in my brain) who actually got what I was feeling. That is why I cried. It’s probably why I don’t cry in books too often.
I’m a pretty happy, motivated human being. But I think everyone has a few insecurities, a few genuine fears. Mine are a little weird. And I usually don’t really know what they are until a character in a book has the same fear. Then it’s like a those were the words I didn’t know I could say, the ones I couldn’t find.
Waterworks, people. Waterworks.
The good kind, though. The relief kind. Where you find someone who gets it.
So anyways, humans, what do you think?
IT IS MY FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE; SOMEBODY HOLD ME.
Okay, y’all have been with me through the thick and thin. (thanks for all the twitter love + happy wishes for the real world experiences)
When I began this book blog as a high school fishy, I never imagined that it would amount to all the opportunities I’ve been to gifted to have. Thanks to this lovely community of people I adore I’ve been in books, met and talked with the laughed with authors who I’m now happy to call my friends, met my New Adult buddies who’ve recc’d some killer reads, been to author events and book festivals.
I’ve even illustrated a children’s book with one of my closest and best friends.
I’ve interned with HelloFlo, working under some lovely ladies who’ve both made me a better writer.
Y’all are an awesome support group.
Anyways (no I’m not brushing away tears) (okay maybe I am a little bit) here’s to another new beginning! I hope you’ll be with me for another awesome 4 years.
The best is yet to come, babes. The best is yet to come.