December 12, 2018

The Guy Who Died Twice


"Whatever was going on in this house of wealth and privilege, it had clearly been taking its toll on the residents. A wife who appeared to be exhausted. A husband who'd started the day claiming to be a corpse, and ended the day being one." ~ 11%

A man walks into the police headquarters and tries to convince the squad that's he is dead. Of course they explain to him that he is very much alive and breathing, then send him on his way. But a few hours later, the man turns up actually dead. No, this is not a corny joke. It is the strangest case that Detective D.D. Warren has ever confronted. This is the short story of The Guy Who Died Twice.

Even though this new release is part of the Detective D.D. Warren series, it can be read as a standalone short story. It will make a great introduction to the main character and her crime scene analyst husband for those unfamiliar. Lisa Gardner is one of those consistent authors; you can count on great storytelling.

Happy Early Pub Day & Happy Holidays, Lisa Gardner! The Guy Who Died Twice will be available Tuesday, January 8, 2019.

Disclaimer: This book was received directly from the publisher for review purposes only. In no way does it influence my review. The opinions I have expressed are my own and would be the same if I spent my hard-earned coins.

Title: The Guy Who Died Twice
Author: Lisa Gardner
Published: January 2019
Pages: 72
Edition: Galley
Rating: πŸ–€ πŸ–€ πŸ–€

 

December 11, 2018

My Sister, the Serial Killer


"Why should her hands be clean, while mine become more and more stained?" ~ pg. 102

Big sisters take care of little sisters. Big sister Korede takes this mantra to heart. She looks after little sister, Ayoola, in many things despite her bitterness. Ayoola is said to be prettier and Ma's favorite but behind closed doors, she is a sociopath while Korede does the clean-up. Cleaning of what, you ask? Blood. Dead bodies. Evidence. Social media posts. And now Ayoola's third boyfriend in a row is dead. You know what that means?

"Three and they label you a serial killer."

I shy away from books with broken language or heavy dialect. It is too distracting when my purpose of reading is to relax, not to stumble over words and continuously look up pronunciations. Although this novel focuses on a Nigerian woman, I was not deterred from the dialogue or writing style. It was easy to read and follow. The chapters are very short. My only negative is the beginning started off with such a bang that the middle of book seemed to drag. It could've been paced a bit better. But the size of the hardcover was perfect to carry around, allowing me to read at every free moment.

Wait—I lied. There is another petty negative: the page numbers were in a weird design—making it harder for me to determine which page I'm on. Hence, less status updates on Goodreads. My gripes aren't enough to dissuade bookhearts from reading this debut. Get it. Read it in public. Flaunt the cover art. Join the social media frenzy #MySisterTheSerialKiller. Enjoy the side-eyes when people see the title of book you're reading. Most of all, show your support for an author of color.

Title: My Sister, the Serial Killer
Author: Oyinkan Braithwaite
Published: November 2018
Pages: 226
Edition: Mini Hardvcover
Rating: πŸ–€ πŸ–€ πŸ–€

   

December 9, 2018

Series Sunday: Target

(Alex Cross #26) 

Series Sunday is a bookish meme hosted by Literary Marie. I encourage all of my fellow book bloggers and bookhearts to play along.
  • Read an installment of a series.
  • Share your review/recommendation below.
  • Include the title, author and series name.

"I've been weak-kneed and grateful a thousand times since it happened." ~ pg. 144

My Series Sunday pick is Target, the 26th book in the Alex Cross series by James Patterson. A coup! Prime Targets! Soldiers! Tanks! Martial Law! Target promises to bring the political heat in this new thriller. Newly promoted Chief of DC detectives, Bree Stone (Alex's wife), faces a hard ultimatum. Solve the case or lose the position. Meanwhile, Alex is tasked by the new President to work closely with FBI leading a national crisis level investigation.

"Forget following the money," I said. "Let's play follow the Bitcoin." ~ pg. 308

It is bad enough when I compare books to other authors' books. But it is a fine line when I compare books written by the same author. Maybe it is because I am still stuck on the greatness of Patterson/Clinton's My President is Missing. But Target missed the mark a bit. I would expect a heck of a lot more suspense if the Head of State, Cabinet members, and other key positions in the government are picked off one by one thanks to snipers. Bottom line: the story had potential to be a page-turner but fell a tad short. Patterson, I KNOW you can do better. But thanks for the okay read anyway. It is always nice to check in on the Cross family.

Title: Target
Author: James Patterson
Published: November 2018
Pages: 432
Edition: Hardcover
Challenge: Keeping Up with Patterson
Rating: πŸ–€ πŸ–€ πŸ–€

December 7, 2018

First Lines Friday


First Lines Friday is a bookish meme hosted by Literary Marie. I encourage all of my fellow book bloggers and bookhearts to play along.
  • Grab your current read(s).
  • Share the first line(s).
  • Include the title and author.

"People called me Harlem. I dubbed myself after that dangerous city that I'd never seen."

~ Harlem by Eric Jerome Dickey

 

December 6, 2018

Life of a Migraineur: What's Free


Visiting my Neurologist is bittersweet. Sometimes I am excited for new advancements in treating migraines, eager to try whatever is new on the market. But that means I still suffer from migraines. I have been with the same Neuro since I was eleven years old. He knows all my history. I know all the nurses; they have watched me grow up just as I've watched their children grow up through pictures. Yet I will never get used to their greeting smiles every time I enter the office. It is one of pity. It is one of empathy because they know my history with migraines and my continuous search for a cure. And none of us ever say goodbye by saying, "see you later" because it is our hopes that I won't see them again in three (3) months. Maybe by then I will know what's it like to be free from migraines.


Treatment is only good for so long. I believe the daith piercing is still very helpful. My overall number of migraines did indeed decrease. The last dosage adjustment of daily meds seems to have helped also; the migraines are less severe. But as of this year, I developed a new kind of headache triggered by the weather, humidity percentage and pollen count. It would come and stay dull for days. Unlike a migraine that would take up residence on one side of my head, this new type of headache started in back of my head then worked its way around. Also unlike the severe migraines I am used to, I could still function with this new type. Sure, it slowed me down a bit but I wasn't immobile. Sometimes it would go away and sometimes it would develop into more. So how was I to treat it? And what exactly is it?

Bad News: My Neurologist and his resident explained this new type of headache pain is still a migraine in my case. I still have aura associated. It lasts far too long. But instead of literally knocking me out and causing nausea, it torments me slowly. It nags. It teases. It ignores the eviction notice.

Good News: The number of severe migraines has drastically gone down. Never mind that in its place are a cluster of small migraines. It is possible that a new approved drug can help me further. Aimovig is dubbed the "miracle migraine medication" and is a breakthrough according to studies and patients worldwide. In May 2018, it became the first medication to be FDA-approved for the prevention of migraines. Users report 50% less migraines. Therefore, allowing people like me to live their best life without the inconvenience of chronic pain. And it's not a daily pill. It is an injection taken only once a month. That's right...one needle and done. No doc visit. I can self-administer. #DASSIT

Sounds great, right? Except my health insurance does not cover it. The Neurologist warned me that my wack ass (my words, not his) insurance would most likely deny the claim. Before I got in the car good, the pharmacy was calling me. They received my doctor's prescription order and attempted to fill it. However, the insurance denied coverage. The retail cost is $679.99 so would I like to continue with the prescription order? Let me say it louder for the people in the back hard-of-hearing. πŸ—£ONE INJECTION COSTS ALMOST $700 PER MONTH!


First of all, why should I have to choose between paying for medical treatment and paying rent? I cannot afford that out-of-pocket cost. I crunched numbers. I re-adjusted my budget multiple times. I was ready to cut off cable, lower wifi speed, and keep the heat on bare minimum (rationalizing that my fitty 'lem snuggies would keep me warm). I was going to host a "Shop My Closet" party to sell clothes and handbags that I barely wear anyway. I was ready to stop eating meat to save money and become an instant vegetarian. But I can't eat romaine lettuce because of the E. coli outbreak. By the way, did you know E. coli is a bacteria that lives in the intestines of people and animals? So who the fuck keeps shitting on the lettuce?! Anyway...I even considered a GoFundMe; I have seen way worse reasons for crowd-funding. At least my purpose is for a cure and better quality of life.

I prayed. I prayed harder. Then I let it go. The doctor's office said given my medical history, I qualified for a discount and though it wasn't a sure thing, the pharmacy should accept it. My Neurologist's office provided a history of my file listing all other medications I've tried over the years. Basically to prove that this specific treatment is the next logical step. Meanwhile, I asked for my coverage claim to be resubmitted but again, insurance would not cover a single copper penny.

So I went to the pharmacy to pick up the new 'script. It was about to hurt my heart to swipe my card for $679.99 but the medicine is worth a try. It could be a miracle drug. I could be the next person splashing in waves on the beach in informercial saying how it changed my life. I, at least, owed it a chance. And if it's meant for me to try this new treatment, the Lord will work it out like I asked Him in prayer. The pharmacist greeted me with a smile (not the empathetic kind but the "I got everything on your Christmas wish list" kind of smile). And this is the part where I started crying in the middle of pharmacy. The discount was honored. My total amount due was $0.00 for a whole year.

God...WON'T HE DO IT πŸ™ŒπŸΎ
Listen. I didn't walk out. I praise danced my way to the car. I lifted one hand to say "Hallelujah" and the other hand had a tight grip on the prescription bag. I am so grateful. So appreciative that I have a team of support looking out for me. No doubt my parents prayed on my behalf. So blessed to have a God that favors me. Whether the injection works or not, I learned a lesson in faith.

It has only been five (5) days since my first preventative injection. Thanks to Chickadee for administering it for me. I was far too nervous—as evidenced in my shaky hands while recording it. So far, it holds true to its purpose. No obvious side effects except an immediate burst of energy. I was running around my place doing a load of laundry, emptying the dish washer, wiping wood surfaces, cleaning mirrors, and reorganizing my shoe closet according to color and type. And I still wasn't tired. Hours later, I forced myself to sleep by cranking the diffuser with extra drops of lavender and chamomile essential oils. The next day my body felt stiff and heavy (joint pain is a common side effect) but I was fine after soaking in an epsom salt bath. If these are the only side effects I experience, I am totally okay with that.

I don't want to get my hopes up. I don't want to jinx it either. Yet I am claiming good health. I so want this "miracle treatment" to work well with my two (2) daily migraine meds as the perfect cocktail. This is a long journey and I am buckled in for the free ride!



December 5, 2018

Black Girls Must Die Exhausted


"I am Tabitha Abigail Walker, a black girl in contemporary America, and I am personally and emotionally spent. It's not even 11 a.m. and I already feel as exhausted as my egg supply."
~ 8%

Yes, we must. Living the life of a black girl is beyond exhausting. Yet we persevere every day. Circumstances can push us to the grave prematurely. We are hit with disappointment when we don't meet the standards set for us. Get good grades, go to college, succeed in a career, get married, have children... But in reality, those things don't happen often in that order.

When 33-year-old Tabitha receives an unexpected diagnosis from the doctor, she panics. Tabitha has less than six months to have a baby naturally. This was not the plan! With the help of her best friends, she tests modern medicine, a ticking biological clock and how to become a wife and mother quick.

I must admit that I judged this book by its awesome cover. The title was a bonus. I skimmed over the description because I assumed it would be just as creative as its cover design. The story must match, right? Little did I know that it was mostly about having children (which is something that highly disinterests me). For this reason, I could not relate to the main character. But look at what good writing skills can do! Author Jayne Allen, from Detroit, wrote in such a way that I felt invested in Tabitha's journey and rooted for her throughout the book. Black Girls Must Die Exhausted may not relate to your own personal experience, but it's a good read.

Disclaimer: This book was received directly from the publisher for review purposes only. In no way does it influence my review. The opinions I have expressed are my own and would be the same if I spent my hard-earned coins.

Title: Black Girls Must Die Exhausted
Author: Jayne Allen
Published: September 2018
Pages: 402
Edition: Galley
Rating: πŸ–€ πŸ–€ πŸ–€

 

December 4, 2018

Heavy: An American Memoir


"I had to sit and listen to hundreds of talks from you and your friends telling me no black hoodies in wrong neighborhoods, no jogging at night, hands in plain sight at all times in public, no intimate relationships with white women, never drive over the speed limit or do those rolling stops at stop signs, always speak the king's English in the presence of white folk, never get outperformed in school or in public by white students, and most important, always remember, no matter what, white folk will do anything to get you." ~ pg. 83

How many of us got that talk from Big Ma or Granddaddy? How many of our black parents warned us that you have to be twice as good to get half the credit? Sad how we still have to prove ourselves and calculate our every move in this land of the free. Kiese Laymon lays it all out in his new memoir.

Heavy: An American Memoir needs no convincing to read. The literary awards speak for its powerful true story. Essayist/Author, Kiese Laymon, lends to readers the heavy burden of being a black man in today's America. He explains what the weight of a lifetime of secrets, lies, family and a nation does to a black body.

"Reread the books that mean the most to you. Lock your doors. Walk in groups. Strive for protection. Edit your work." ~ pg. 111

Kiese Laymon holds nothing back as he shares personal stories about sex, obesity, anorexia, writing, gambling and more. Definitely a must-read for young black men and the women standing beside them. Heavy is...well, heavy. So brace yourselves; it could be triggering but is more-so insightful.

Title: Heavy: An American Memoir
Author: Kiese Laymon
Published: October 2018
Pages: 256
Edition: eBook
Rating: πŸ–€ πŸ–€ πŸ–€ πŸ–€ πŸ–€