Return of the Cynic

Oh, earthlings.

Summer was not what I thought it would be.

Summer was supposed to be much, much more devoted to this blog. I wanted to finish Shatter Me before September, so so badly, wanted to make some sort of headway with Night Circus. I wanted to write about everything and nothing, wanted to nitpick things I love and curse like a goddamn sailor (not that that hasn't been happening).

But things took a bit of a turn and things are finally settling down. Long story and a few panic attacks and some tears short, I am bisexual. So yeah, that took a surprising amount of priority in my life. But I'm back, bitches.

Next chapters of both will hopefully hopefully hopefully be up within a week, now that my life has calmed the fuck down. Writings might be more sparse (because Soul Eater (holy shit, Soul Eater) has taken over the drawing and writing facets of my Old Faithful-esque creativity).

So so sorry for the silence, but I just feel better these days, and that's certainly worth a little hiatus. 

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.