Sunday, 1 September 2013

Beatiful Disaster

As mentioned in my last post I have been reading!
And if you only read one book, Okay books for the year then I would recommend Beautiful Disaster by Jamie Mcguire.


This was recommended and bought for me by my friend who I visited Alton Towers with.
The story is engaging and compelling, however the part that intrigued me about this book or more the set is that Beautiful Disaster is from Abby’s perspective and then you get Walking Disaster from Travis perspective.

I first came across the concept when the first Twilight was being filmed and Midnight Sun was leaked, however when it failed to be published as a result I gave up all hope of reading a story like it.

Now before you cry but some books will flip character perspectives, Yes but not like this.
What I truly love about this is they say there are two sides to every story and with this concept you can see and understand both sides. Not only that its finally out of my YA/Fantasy reading at the moment.

"Abby Abernathy is a good girl. She doesn’t drink or swear, and she has the appropriate number of cardigans in her wardrobe. Abby believes she has enough distance from the darkness of her past, but when she arrives at college with her best friend, her path to a new beginning is quickly challenged by Eastern University’s Walking One-Night Stand.

Travis Maddox, lean, cut, and covered in tattoos, is exactly what Abby wants—and needs—to avoid. He spends his nights winning money in a floating fight ring, and his days as the ultimate college campus charmer. Intrigued by Abby’s resistance to his appeal, Travis tricks her into his daily life with a simple bet. If he loses, he must remain abstinent for a month. If Abby loses, she must live in Travis’s apartment for the same amount of time. Either way, Travis has no idea that he has met his match"

There are so many times in Walking Disaster I was blown away, not by a plot twist but at the way events occurring in Beautiful Disaster made me so mad at Travis I would really be mad until the plot moved along, made me want to cry for him in Walking Disaster as his actions, his feelings became clear.

Essentially these books are a love story, a big completed messed up love story. Its so reliable ok so most of us haven’t been having around the local underground fighting right, at least I hope not! but the all consuming logic defying start of a relationship, or just a person.

As amazing as theses books are part way thought Beautiful Disasters I did start to find myself turned off by the co-dependent
 nature of the characters. There is just something unappealing to the dysfunction of it,
Also there is one plot twist, I will wait till you have read it before I disclose what it is, but it feels so inorganic, like its was just there for the page count. At this point it didn't, even in both books, feel like it fit the characters personalities or the truth of what would happen in the situations, and I found myself both times a little disappointed. 

However this didn't change my enthusiasm and will be reading more of Jamies books.

Overall even with its minor flaws, I have fallen in love with these books,  I would give them 4.5/5 . 



Sorry I have been so quite this month.
My friend visited last weekend and we went to Alton Towers :) Which was awesome but we also camped so I just couldn't think straight by the time I got home let alone blog.
Also I have been reading non-stop for the past couple of weeks, so I have been working on confessions of a book journal just not in a way you guys can see.

I feel every time I sit down I feel like am appologising to you for my lack of posts, so am now deciding to write a few over the weekend and post one a week, also am going to carry on writing, so hopefully every Sunday night there will be a new post up, if not more often.

I feel I should explain a bit, in my last blog I mentioned good work news, I can now tell you all that my contracted hours have increased which is great for me. Am on the road to full time work sort of, but mainly its good because at the moment I am loving my job. For the past few years I never thought I would get to the point where could go into work and well enjoy it. Feel engaged and not just like I was on auto-piote. Its great and wonderful, however it does mean that when i come home i want to write, have every intention to but that i loose energy.

The second reason is well me.
I am rubbish at communication, as in really pants. I have best friends who I love dearly and want to know all about their lives, but also can forget to call/text/email/snail mail/carry pigeon any form of communication for well months in some cases. Its not that I don't care, its just a failing in my brain! And every now and then they need to remind me to contact them. I can go thought really long good patches and then just drop of the face of the earth without meaning to. Am the same with social media, am just not great at uploading photos of my days out, or telling you all what a great/bad day I've have. Its gotten now to the point where I don't even understand how to use them.
I do have a twitter attached to this blog, and I do use it however I think it may have been about a month this a tweeted anything. I mean to, I really do, I just think am just not born at the right time. I could probley cope with having to send a letter a month to friends and family to update them with how things are but day to day I just cant seem to follow.
However if I could sit and talk face to face with people everyday I would be in heaven, as I can do that, and really prefer it.h

My long point is that this blog is essentially another form of communication and I can be driving along going "ooo I should blogs this and see if the blogosphere agrees with me" but then.....................well you get this post.

So am trying to do better, and am working on it, because the joke is I enjoy it, and I look at others blogs and aspire for my little blog to be like there, however like anything it takes time and practice.

Thank you all of you who are baring with me in my teething stage of Confessions of a book journal we will get there, and I hope in a year or so we can all look at this post and laugh