Update

Hello hello!

It may seem like I'm not sticking to my own timeline (and I'm not), but it's not out of disregard.

The story for this week ended up requiring more fleshing out, so it'll be quite a bit longer than the others. May have to postpone reviews for the first half of this week to finish.

Don't fret.

They say patience is a virtue.

The Night Circus- Part Two (Illumination): Chapter Thirty-One(Movement) - Boooooooooring

This chapter begins with Herr Thiessen pioneering fangirling over the circus. 

This time, the circus arrives near his hometown of Munich, much to his delight, and he finally gets to meet with Celia, the two having exchanged many letters over the years.


He is surprised to find she is the illusionist, and is embarrassed to a strange degree, considering they had never met.


"'Most people don't recognize me outside of the circus,' Cilia says as he takes her hand.
'Then most people are fools,' he says, lifting her hand to his lips and lightly kissing the back of her glove. 'Though I feel a fool myself for not knowing who you were all this time.'"

They enter the workshop, there are some vague sentences about how Celia is apparently a savant at languages, and apparently taught herself German. Alright then.

Thiessen asks why she did not previously request that they meet, to which she responds that she wished to remain anonymous so he wouldn't view her differently, which I relate to quite a bit. 
This whole prelude to the point is seeming rather frivolous, to be honest. There's nothing wrong with frilly writing, but when you can gloss over four pages with a summary of a few sentences, there's a problem.

They talk about reveurs, the original fangirls if there ever were ones, before moving on to the clocks.

Celia sees a clock that resembles the bonfire, one Thiessen says needs fixing, before she touches it and it begins working. This makes very little sense, considering the fact that the clock follows astronomical movement and that Thiessen said it would need to be dismantled...

BUT OH WELL BECAUSE MAGIC WOW

Anyyyyyway, Thiessen says nothing, as he always does about magic, and they go out to dinner.

He explains why he never asks about the magic (in a quote Kindle highlighted 2291 times), they go to the circus and he watches her perform.

This chapter was just tiring really. Fluff about Thiessen and Celia becoming friends. The only real plot is introduced at the end (even though it began chapter), as this chapter ends with the news of Tara's death.

*Cue Beethoven's 5th symphony

Hope the plot picks up soon; I don't want to slog through four more chapters of this abstract elegance.


Count on a short story up before Sunday.

Schedules

So things are settling down in life for now.

And it's time to stop screwing around.
I plan to post reviews at least twice a week; a minimum of one per book.
In addition, I'll try to have a weekly short story/drabble about whatever circles the gutter containing my mind.
Not to mention, if any one of you apparently mute earthlings decided "Hey, I want Audrey to write about this topic" and actually commented about it, I'd do it immediately. Not kidding.

Also, if I manage to procure any, there might be a few guest authors popping up here and there to bitch about books I haven't read (or steal reviews of books I have from under my nose).

Either way, it'd be a refreshing change.

Toodles for now!
I'll attempt to have the next chapter of The Night Circus up by Friday.

Shatter Me- Chapter Twenty - The Metaphor Game is too Strong

This chapter, while tedious and angsty (like every other encounter with Warner in this book), contains some metaphors that just...I don't have words for.

"a dress the color of dead forests and tin cans"

"My body is a carnivorous flower, a poisonous houseplant [why would anyone keep one?], a loaded gun with a million triggers [cause that's how guns work, right?] and he's more than ready to fire [oddly true innuendo]."

"2 velvet chairs punched out of a constellation"

My personal favorite: "He's wrong he's so wrong he's more wrong than an upside-down rainbow."
HIGHLIGHTED 714 TIMES REEEEALLY?

This isn't a metaphor but still worth mention: "I don't know what food really is anymore."

Truly a display of the power of misunderstanding of objects, colors, and the human mind.

But moving on; I don't much feel like going over this chapter, so:

Juliette: "You sick goddamn bastard, you don't own me [fantastic song, by the way, wonderful 60s feminism], I still don't know how to life."

Warner: "Damn you fine, will you pretty pretty please kill people for me, I swear you'll like it, I mean just look at me, we're quite similar, you'll see it my way soon."

So yeah. This isn't the first of these, and unfortunately, it won't be the last. They just get kinkier from here.


Next chapter of the Night Circus, GOD WILLING, will be up by Friday.

The Night Circus- Part Two (Illumination): Chapter Thirty (Temporary Places) - And the Murders Begin!

All riiiiight, earthlings!

It's about time I got my ass in gear and got back to reviews, now I've got the time.
So here we go.


This chapter begins with Tara continuing her bout of uncertainty, constantly thinking about the card Mr. Barris gave her (which isn't even private, it's a hotel). Her sister's still traveling around Italy while Tara stews in their townhouse, rejecting invitations to anything social.


Eventually, she decides to visit the hotel, finding herself above a train station whose name I had to look at a few times before realizing it was not in fact called St. Pancreas Station (it was Pancras).
It's late.

As usual, the public is kept out of circus affairs, as the front desk doesn't know of any Mr. A H-, and it's a little while before the colorless devil himself appears in the lobby.

She explains her jitters while he looks on with "very mild interest", something I can only imagine would be incredibly annoying.

And then he proceeds to give a bullshit answer.

"'The circus is simply a circus,' he says. ;Am impressive exhibition, but no more than that. Don't you agree?'"

And then everything gets iffy. I'm assuming that here he uses magic to make her forget her concerns and agree, telling her that she has a train to catch (which she doesn't, not really).

She sees him arguing with Hector, who's, of course, transparent. Realizing here I never really made a transparency joke.
You'd think Celia'd be able to see through his lies, now he's see-through.
Ah, well. I tried.

Anyway.

This chapters ends as, completely absorbed in whatever she's just seen, Tara steps forward.
Into the path of a train.

And the death toll begins.
This was the first indirect death at the hands of Mr. A H-, and unfortunately, it won't be the last.

But we'll get to that in due time.

I can't say exactly when I'll be posting again, but it will be soon. I hope to fall into some semblance of order in about a week or so.

Something New

So despite my love, all-encompassing and desperate, for literature...reviews are not the most invigorating thing.

I've caught myself more than a few times treating it like a duty, and it's never good to get into that mentality. 
So I figured that if I have a little free time and don't feel like conjuring up my inner cynic for a short rant about YA or useless chapters or whatever, I'd do something else.

So I'll try to post some writing (gasp).
It might be shitty.
It'll probably be shitty.

But I feel awful to disappoint however many of you earthlings actually refresh the blog page once in a while only to have your heart sink minimally when my current lethargic streak continues.
By the way, I have absolutely no idea how many that is. We get like zero feedback. All I know is our pageview (daily, weekly, monthly, etc.) count.
If one of you said something, anything, I think I'd go into conniptions (in a good way).
It sounds desperate to ask for, but seriously. I'm flying blind here. I have no idea if anyone likes/hates my content. Please please please say something, one of you.


Anyway. I'll be writing random babble, bits of things rattling around inside my head, just to keep busy around here.

Next chapter of The Night Circus will hopefully hopefully hopefully be up before my creativity withers. Same goes for writings.

Shatter Me- Chapter Nineteen- FIIIIINNALLYYY

So....
It's been a month.
A month exactly, actually.

I guess you could say I took a hiatus.
But now I am back.

And things will be different in the summer.


Aaanyway.

Finally. After eighteen chapters of stupid, things get less stupid.

This chapter begins with nightmares. 
Juliette wakes up and starts scrambling around for the paper, the proof that Adam is, in fact, super horny.

And then she runs into Adam.
Who's sleeping on the floor.
Next to her.
Without her knowing.
Shirtless.

Need more proof he's super horny?

He tells her to lie down...on the floor, next to him, and drapes a blanket over her while she watches him. Metaphor-izing about how him being shirtless makes her unable to breathe or whatever.

When she wakes up, she goes into the bathroom, where she finds him all bruised and feels rather guilty. 

They proceed to have a very stuttered and short conversation, in which no definite thing is actually said.

"'Juliette.' His voice hugs the letters in my name so softly I die 5 times in that second. His face is a forest of emotion. He shakes his head. 'I'm sorry,' he says, so quietly I'm certain I imagined it. 'It's not...' He clenches his jaw and runs a nervous hand through his hair. 'All of this- it's not-"
I open my palm to him. The paper is a crumpled wad of possibility. 'I know.'"

...
Well, thanks for clearing that up.

Somehow, though, they miraculously understand each other and Adam is all relieved she found the paper.

She's about to say something and he motions for her to stop. While Warner isn't pervy enough to watch her in the bathroom (at least not yet, anway), there might be microphones.

So he turns on the shower. To muffle the sound. Makes sense, right? They can't be heard now.


...and then he pulls her into it. 
Clothed, and so is he.
Cause logic.

And here I get all drifty and "awwww" but I'll do my best.
She's all spacey and metaphor-ing more than she ever has cause HOLY SHIT HE CAN TOUCH ME.
It's a valid reaction.

The metaphors really are fantastic, though. Here are a couple, as well as some of Juliette just being CRAZY horny.

"I want to cry out for all the wrong reasons. His eyes pin me in place. His urgency ignites my bones."

"My skin is scorched everywhere he's not touching me. His lips are so close to my ear I'm water and nothing and everything and melting into a wanting so desperate it burns as I swallow it down."

"'I can touch you,' he says, and I wonder why there are hummingbirds in my heart."

"His body presses closer and I realize I'm paying attention to nothing but the dandelions blowing wishes in my lungs."

"His fingers are 10 points of electricity killing me with something I've never known before. Something I've always wanted to feel."

"He almost cracks a smile and I almost sprout a pair of wings."

"But his hands become arms around my waist his lips become a cheek pressed against my cheek and his body is flush against mine, his skin touching me touching me touching me and he's not screaming he's not dying he's not running away from me and I'm crying
I'm choking
I'm shaking shuddering splintering into teardrops
and he's holding me the way no one has ever held me before.

Like he wants me."

-And thus Audrey melted into a feelsy puddle, never to "even" again.

But seriously, I can't deal with this. 
Can't imagine how I'm gonna get through Ignite Me (most of Unravel Me is dryer than California is right now).

So synopsis:
Juliette- "Holy shit holy shit holy shit"
Adam- tries to get her to focus while simultaneously feeling her up

Once they get out of the shower, she's still reeling and he's like "you can look at me all shirtless and wet and stuff" and she's like "...kay."
So yeah. There are a lot of cliches in this. Also, I'm pretty sure Adam has a shower fetish.

This chapter ends with him hugging her and her losing her shit because she's actually happy for once.

Don't know when I'll be posting again...but things will get a lot more frequent in the summer.
The Night Circus will be continuing also, I just wanted to come back with something I'd been waiting to do for about two months.

Also, I might be posting some non-review stuff. Writing babble, things like that.

Well, since I can't guarantee when the next post will be, toodles for now!