Saturday, April 4, 2020

Bookending Spring 2020: Who Am I?

Welcome to the third prompt of Bookending Spring my fellow book lovers! Sammy Sam's choice for this prompt fits me like a glove. I am a cover hoe lover and I will take any and all opportunities to stare at pretty covers. I have chosen my books in the past just because of the cover, as I've previously stated. Here's the prompt info:
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover the remix edition! Let’s see if you can accurately guess a book’s synopsis–solely on the cover alone.
Sounds awesome, right? Let's get started!

I used the same generator that Sam used for the covers.


This sounds like the story of a young woman getting married in a small, forgotten town. It's the place where she always wanted to go to get married, she's read about it in a book when she was a little girl. Unfortunately, one by one her bridesmaids start to disappear one by one, and they are discovered in the woods. TURNS OUT her best friend, jealous that she wasn't picked sole bridesmaid, decided to get rid of the other ones.

Also, the best friend was also supposed to get married in this small town, a sort of double wedding situation. Unfortunately, her fiance dropped out at the last moment, because he...he was an idiot, he's not even in this story. Forget him! Anyway. Will the bride to be discover who the murderer is, in time to save the remaining bridesmaids, or will all of them die? Will she make it to the wedding, or will this be a funeral?

This would be something I'd actually read, though a twisted part of me wants this to be a noir comedy or something. Here's the actual synopsis:

In a dark, dark wood

Nora hasn't seen Clare for ten years. Not since Nora walked out of school one day and never went back.

There was a dark, dark house

Until, out of the blue, an invitation to Clare’s hen do arrives. Is this a chance for Nora to finally put her past behind her?

And in the dark, dark house there was a dark, dark room

But something goes wrong. Very wrong.

And in the dark, dark room....

Some things can’t stay secret for ever.
Not...quite what I was going for. 😅


This is a collection of unsent letters that a guy Can Divit writes for the girl of his dreams Sanem but he's too chickenshit to send them because he knows he fucked up. So when he finally gets his head out of his ass, goes back to her, begs for forgiveness, grovels at her feet and begs some more, he shows her these letters as a last attempt to win her back.

In case you're confused, this is me being in the middle of a stormy few episodes in my favorite show, Erkenci Kuş, which may or may not spill over every thing I see.

Actual synopsis:

One of Esquire’s Best Nonfiction Books of the Year
One of NPR’s Favorite Books of the Year
One of the Year’s Most Anticipated Books: BuzzFeed, Bustle, HelloGiggles, Literary Hub, She Reads

Acclaimed essayist and bookseller Mary Laura Philpott presents a charmingly relatable and wise memoir-in-essays about what happened after she checked off all the boxes on her successful life’s to-do list and realized she might need to reinvent the list—and herself.

Mary Laura Philpott thought she’d cracked the code: Always be right, and you’ll always be happy.

But once she’d completed her life’s to-do list (job, spouse, house, babies—check!), she found that instead of feeling content and successful, she felt anxious. Lost. Stuck in a daily grind of overflowing calendars, grueling small talk, and sprawling traffic. She’d done everything “right,” but she felt all wrong. What’s the worse failure, she wondered: smiling and staying the course, or blowing it all up and running away? And are those the only options?

In this memoir-in-essays full of spot-on observations about home, work, and creative life, Philpott takes on the conflicting pressures of modern adulthood with wit and heart. She offers up her own stories to show that identity crises don’t happen just once or only at midlife; reassures us that small, recurring personal re-inventions are both normal and necessary; and advises that if you’re going to faint, you should get low to the ground first. Most of all, Philpott shows that when you stop feeling satisfied with your life, you don’t have to burn it all down and set off on a transcontinental hike (unless you want to, of course). You can call upon your many selves to figure out who you are, who you’re not, and where you belong. Who among us isn’t trying to do that?

Like a pep talk from a sister, I Miss You When I Blink is the funny, poignant, and deeply affecting book you’ll want to share with all your friends, as you learn what Philpott has figured out along the way: that multiple things can be true of us at once—and that sometimes doing things wrong is the way to do life right.
As you can see, not even a little bit close. Ehem. Oops.

I had a ton of fun doing this, so thank you Sam! Let me know what you would have thought the blurbs would have been about for these books. Also, have you read them?

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