A really really late BOOK OF THE WEEK!!

SEASON GREETINGS Y'ALL!

I know I havn't been regular lately and it is totally because of the holidays. With all the last minute shit we Trinbagonians are famous for. So today I'm not going to incessantly babble because it is just about that time to gush about the book of the week!
YAYYYYY.....

So today's book is FIRE BAPTIZED by Kenya Wright.

Since the 1970s humans have forced supernaturals to live in caged cities. Silver brands embedded in their foreheads identify them by species: a full moon for Vampires, a crescent moon for Shifters, a pair of wings for Fairies, and the list goes on, for each supernatural species has been tagged and categorized by humans.

Lanore Vesta is marked with a silver X, the brand of Mixbreeds, second-class citizens shunned by society. She stays to herself, revealing her ability to create fire only during emergencies. All she wants to do is graduate college and stop having to steal to survive. But when she stumbles upon a murder in progress, she catches the attention of a supernatural killer. Now all she wants is to stop finding dead bodies in her apartment.

Enlisting help from her Were-cheetah ex-boyfriend MeShack and a new mysterious friend named Zulu, she is steered through the habitat’s raunchy nightlife. But their presence sometimes proves to be more burden than help, as they fight for her attention. 

While the corpses pile up, and the scent of blood fills the air, Lanore is left wondering: Will she find the psycho or die trying?

This book was so vividly written and so original I literally almost thew out my computer because I couldn't illegally download the second book. Damn you Google and your copyrights.

But I recommend it to you readers who enjoy a funny, sarcastic, truly sensational female lead whose reaction to being threatened and almost dying is to assess the situation, get yourself out of it and then
allow yourself relative freakout time before your address your relationship problems.

Lanore had me chanting "Kill her" over and over in my mind when she was confronted by the crazy bitch who wanted her dead because in the mind of every serial killer to her she was doing the right thing for the greater of some retarded good or another.

Best part of the book for me really is when she did kill her and Lanore roasted her up real good and ate her just to survive the wait while her boy toys searched for her.
When you read the book you will eventually realize that what I just described wasn't actually as disturbing as how I wrote it.

As you can see this book is an interracial read and can somewhat be also classified as a young adult novel. To me I think other Young Adult writers should take a few pages from this book and use it to better their awful stories, I mean how much longer are you going to be able to brainwash the young ones into thinking brooding guys are 'hot' (70% of the time they have at some point taken a life, so not cool), when I guys tells you to stay out of his business it is alright to to think it is code for 'I am so into you so it's okay for you to appear everytime something bad goes down and you get caught in the middle of it because I LIKE YOU SO I WILL SAVE YOU'.

That right there is like the main ingredients for a young adult novel these days, brainless characters with really dysfunctional first time meetings that always seems to lead to some weird confessionals.

Anyway, Fire Baptized is truly a good read, and also can be an amazing Christmas Gift for any open minded reader out there. Made my day, so I hope you all enjoy this Christmas and keep in mind that turkey isn't your friend because when you indulge him too much he usually invites stretch marks.

I Not About That Life

I am a big fan of a little revenge. I mean who doesn't enjoy sticking your brother's armpits together after he eats your ice-cream from out the fridge and gives you a shrug and an "eh" response when you ask. Mixing milk of magnesia into the peanut punch and putting it on the front and center shelf in the fridge so they can't miss it after a hard days work of burying my dolls all over the yard.
It's just part of life, riding that high of a good payback. But it seems Hollywood has taken this to a whole nother level of insane as fuck. Action movies was never my cup of tea because it always makes the lead actor/actress seem like some invincible termination whom bullets can't touch and has a come back for everything a villan says to them.
For example that guy Liam Neeson from Taken.

Now, I get that the guy is jonesing for a fight because his precious stupid ass daughter got caught up something very illegal and bad and he can't find her but after all that worrying you finally get a phone call from the people who has your daughter so you decide to give him a speech on how the situation is going to go down because you have skills and they should listen to you because you have skills.

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you."

I mean they didn't care about you when they took her what makes you think they are going to care about you more if you told them you have skills?
Then after that the movie turned into a jamborie of innocent bystanders getting killed along the way because your taste for blood is so strong a little car explosion here, a little shoot out there is nothing. Because you are a badass and you love your daughter a lot, even though she's an idiot.

What I am saying is, what really makes a movie into an action? All I see is the lead killing the people he/she is after but in the process a bunch of other people who have absolutely nothing to do the plot, you know the extra's, getting shot, maimed, blown up and crashed into all for the sake of some flashy escape. Also at the end of all the action block buster movies they are always standing around smiling or happy they achieved some great revenge but what about the people who have to pull their love ones out of the rubble they created. Great and dandy, you saved them but what about everyone else?

My mind works in mysterious ways. So all these thoughts always fly through my head when I watch action movies. I mean, if I was in a scenario where, for instance, a woman is robbed and beaten badly and the guy takes off and in his grief and anger the husband vows to get the guy over her hospital bed so he takes off and a hunt the creep. And in his hunt he spots him (I flashed through all the beating down doors and taking names) casually walking down the street, the husband sees red and in his haze he steps on the gas and tries to run down the robber. This is where no one sees the car hitting the girl (me) standing on the sidewalk, they just see the husband doing some fancy driving and even fancier takedown of the creep. So he gets his revenge and I am either up in the hospital fighting for my life or dead and being buried next to my grandmother.