Five Songs on Friday (12 May 2017)

I’m back with another five songs on the best day of the week. This week’s theme is “the last five songs I looked up on Shazam.” Is “Shazamed” a word? It is now. (Plus this is 2017, so probably.) So here we go, here are the last five songs I Shazamed.


1. It Ain’t Me – Kygo and Selena Gomez

I Shazamed this song at a bowling alley during “Midnight Bowl” (which I hate because I can’t see where the ball is going with all the flashing disco lights.) Anyway, I Shazamed this because the verses were super catchy and it sounded like a Sia song. Conclusion: I don’t think Selena is the best vocalist, but every song she releases or is featured on is a hit. 

2. Cleopatra – The Lumineers

I was out with my boyfriend and he was convinced that there was someone performing live music. I Shazamed this to prove that the Lumineers were not, in fact, performing a free live concert win the middle of a food court in Upstate New York. I get where he was coming from, though, because this song has a very raw sound. I dig it.

3. Wherever You Will Go – The Calling

I heard this at a restaurant and couldn’t remember which broody early-2000s rock band it was. Not gonna lie, this song doesn’t hold up in 2017. It sounds like every other early-2000s mellow rock song. This was for sure on a “Now That’s What I Call Music” CD, right?

4. You Don’t Know Me – Jax Jones feat. RAYE

This was another Midnight Bowl song. I heard it and thought “this would be a great song to run to.” Update: it is.

5. The Great Longing – Lost Under Heaven

This song ended the first episode of 13 Reasons Why on Netflix, which had a killer soundtrack overall. It’s one of those songs that I know I’ve heard before but can’t place. In any event, it’s a good song.


To find all these songs plus the songs from last week’s FSoF, check out my Spotify playlist here.

What’s the last song you Shazamed?


Five Songs on Friday (5 May 2017)

I’m starting a new thing for this blog. I’m a big music fan, as I’m sure are most of you reading this right now. Music is one of those things, like reading, that can be both communal and entirely personal at the same time.

When I’m in my car or listening to music through headphones, I’m in my own space. No one knows what I’m listening to — I can skip the songs I want to skip, I can listen to the same song 12 times in a row, and I can listen to those songs I might be embarrassed to admit that I listen to. At the same time, I like going to concerts with friends, introducing people to new music, and getting recommendations from other people.

So here’s what I’m going to do. Every Friday, I’m going to share five songs. They might be brand new songs, they might all have a common theme, I might ask other people for suggestions, or I might just pick songs from my library at random. (I’ll even compile them in a Spotify playlist so they’re all in one place.)

I want these posts to be a place where I can share the music I love, get some new suggestions, and, most importantly, tell the stories I associate with that music.

So for this week, to start, here are the first five songs that played when I put my phone on shuffle.

1. Half of Something Else – The Airborne Toxic Event

Is this a One Tree Hill song? It sounds like a One Tree Hill song. It also sounds like a song that would play the first time a couple sleeps together on a TV show. So, yeah, definitely a One Tree Hill song.

2. Levels – Nick Jonas

As a former self-proclaimed Jonas Brothers fangirl, I tried very hard for a while to support the boys in all their solo endeavors. Sometimes it was easy, as was the case with this song. Other times, not so much. (I’m looking at you, Joe.)

3. Uptown Music – Fredalba

My favorite TV show is a little show called 24. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. There was a character in the sixth season named Milo, played by Eric Balfour. Eric Balfour was in a band called Fredalba. Also, we share a birthday. Also, I thought he was really hot.

Anyway, I was really into this band for a while. It’s like, wanna-be-nineties-hip-hop + low key California beach music. And I used to lay by my pool and listen to it while a sunbathed because I was cool. Sometimes I still do.

4. Running – James Bay

I saw James Bay at Radio City Music Hall in New York last year with friends when I really didn’t know that much about him. Now, he’s one of my favorites. And this song is great.

Highlight from that concert: the very, very intoxicated woman behind me jumping up and down, screaming the wrong lyrics, and shouting “James Bay, you sexy bastard!”

5. Reflecting Light – Sam Phillips

Disclaimer: If you’re a Gilmore Girls fan and this song doesn’t ring a bell, you might cry when you listen and realize what song it is. This song was used during memorable moments in both the original series and the Netflix revival. And it’s amazing. It brings back memories. It gets to me. Even if you’re not a Gilmore Girls fan, listen anyway. It might get to you, too.

Okay, now it’s your turn. Put your phone/MP3 player/streaming system on shuffle. Let me know what comes up. If there’s an associated story, share it.

To view the Five Songs on Friday Spotify playlist, click here.

A Series of Unfortunate Rereads: The Irksome Introduction


Allow me to preface this upcoming series of blog posts with a story. I started reading Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events in fifth grade, I believe. And by that I mean I first read The Wide Window, the third book in the series, because it was the only one available at the school library. (I went back and read the first two after that.)

I continued to read each book in the series religiously upon their release dates. I devoured them. I was obsessed. However, by the time the thirteenth and final book in the series, The End, was published in 2006, I was deep into my junior high school career and most likely “too good” for such children’s nonsense. Therefore, after years of consuming story after story about the Baudelaire orphans, I never. read. the. last. book.

For a few years now, I’ve found myself itching to find out how the series ends because, amazingly, I still haven’t been spoiled. However, every time I think about it, I remember that there are thirteen books, and even though they’re short, I can’t bring myself to invest the time and energy in starting from the beginning.

Then, shortly after the first season of the Netflix series came out a few months ago, I was faced with my own bookish miracle of sorts. I was struggling to focus at work one day and started searching through Overdrive for an audiobook to borrow from my library. And there it was: Lemony Snicket’s The Bad Beginning, the book that sparked my own bad beginning of a failed 13-book reading venture.

Now, I’ve never been an audiobook person. I’ve started quite a few of them, but I always find myself getting bored and distracted and eventually giving up and listening to music instead. But I thought I would give this a shot anyway. And once I realized that the first audiobook was only three hours long, I knew I’d found my niche.

I flew through the first book, and then was faced with another tragedy. While the third, fourth, and fifth books in the series were readily available for me to borrow, the second book had a queue of two other eager listeners. Dammit.

I tried waiting, but eventually gave up and started reading my own physical copy of The Reptile Room. And, in my own series of unfortunate events, I’m sure you can guess what happened next. I was a few chapters away from finished the book and BOOM, “your audiobook is ready to borrow.” Gee, thanks!

Anyway, I breezed through the next few audiobooks on my morning commute, before bed, and while accomplishing some of my less thinking-intensive tasks at work. At this point in time, I’m on the sixth book, The Ersatz Elevator. It’s been quite a ride, and I still haven’t hit any more waiting list roadblocks.

But that’s a story for another time. My next post will start the actual reviewing and discussion portion of the series with my thoughts on books one through five. I might also throw in some thoughts about the Netflix adaptation, but I’m trying to avoid that until I finish the books, because I think I might get spoiled.

Until then, I’ll be eagerly listening and trying not to go on angry rants about all the dumb adults in this series who don’t trust these three genius little kids.

Question: What are your thoughts on rereading your childhood favorites? Are you afraid going back to them will taint your existing thoughts?

Saint Anything by Sarah Dessen | Book Review

saint anything Let me start by saying that I will follow Sarah Dessen to the end of the world and back. I’ve been reading her books since I was in junior high and I think she provides the YA community with some of the most accurate representations of women coming of age. Therefore, saying that a book is “not my favorite Sarah Dessen book” does not at all mean that I didn’t enjoy it. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever read a SD book that I didn’t wholeheartedly like.

Saint Anything certainly wasn’t my favorite Sarah Dessen book, but it still had all the warm and fuzzy qualities that make reading one of her books feel like coming home to an old friend. I tend to prefer the books that take place in Colby, Dessen’s fictional beach town where, let’s face it, we all want to spend our summers, and was therefore a little bit disappointed when Colby was only mentioned in passing. However, everything else I was hoping for was still present: an intelligent, witty teenage protagonist, an ever-present family with its own share of complicated issues, and a local business complete with a new set of funky, multi-dimensional secondary characters. Oh, and of course, an absolute dreamboat of a male lead.

So let’s break this down a little. First of all, I loved Sydney, the book’s protagonist, but that didn’t surprise me since I don’t think I’ve ever disliked one of Dessen’s leading ladies. I liked that Sydney was honest with herself, which I find is pretty rare with any sort of narrator, YA or otherwise. I liked that she had a realistic relationship with her family – she grew angry with her parents’ strict set of rules but also recognized that they had a logical purpose and came from a place of love. The irritating YA trend of the “absent parents” never seems to be an issue with Dessen’s books; the family dynamic is part of what makes her books so relatable. However, I definitely would’ve liked to see more of a resolution between Sydney and her mom.

Another of the book’s qualities with which I was so on board was the relationship between Sydney and Layla. Again, it’s no secret that the YA genre has a severe lack of woman-on-woman friendships (Bechdel test, anyone?). However, Sydney’s relationship with Layla was far more complex and intriguing than her relationship with Mac, the love interest, and I found that to be perfectly acceptable. Frankly, I found Sydney/Mac to be kind of boring, but Sydney/Layla kept me reading, mainly because I saw so many similarities between their friendship and some of my own friendships. For example, being neglected by a best friend as soon as they find a new boyfriend or girlfriend is something I (and probably most of you) can absolutely, 100% relate to. There were a number of points in the book where I just wanted to jump through the pages, give Sydney or Layla a giant hug, and say, “it’ll be okay, I promise”.

However, as I mentioned, this wasn’t my favorite of Sarah Dessen’s books, and there are a few reasons why. For one, as I said, I found Sydney and Mac’s relationship pretty…eh. I was on board in the beginning when they were still figuring out their feelings for each other, but once they were “official” their story kind of fell flat and I just didn’t care anymore.

Luckily, there was enough other stuff going on at the same time, but even this wasn’t ideal for me. In a sense, I thought there was too much going on. I’m all for subplots, but not when they seem excessive. For example, I understand the need for interesting side characters, but I really could’ve done without the constant emphasis on Mac’s band and its quest for edgy, metaphorical genius. Similarly, I thought Mrs. Chatham had the potential to be a really dynamic addition to the story, but her words of wisdom and struggle with MS seemed like more of a plot device than something I should actually care about.

In fact, a lot of the book’s secondary characters ended up being nothing more than plot devices. While Sydney’s mother was realistic and dimensional, her father was nothing more than a reiteration of his wife’s ideals meant to further emphasize Sydney’s struggle with being invisible. When Sydney meets Layla and Mac, she is quickly inducted into their group of friends, but aside from the Chatham siblings, no one really struck a chord with me. Eric was a typical, narcissistic “hipster” in whose mind everything had to have a deeper, unintelligible meaning, and I honestly don’t know what the hell the point of Irv’s character was (other than to provide diversity to an otherwise all-white cast of characters).

Perhaps my biggest problem and the one thing I really just can’t figure out is the character of Ames, Sydney’s brother Peyton’s best friend from rehab. To say the least, his character and his contribution to the story was unrealistic and borderline absurd. At first I thought the Ames subplot could go somewhere interesting, since his creepy, pedophilic aura was clear to me early on. However, I was really confused by the climax of that story, and even more confused when it had no resolution or consequence. So yes, I know he was meant to creep me out, and he certainly did his job well, but I still don’t understand why.

Okay, so despite my very clear criticisms, I swear I liked this book. I flew through it as I do all of Sarah Dessen’s books, and if you’re a fan, I don’t think this story will disappoint. However, I’m a critical book reader, and I consider it my duty to be brutally honest, even when it comes to my favorite authors.

If you’ve read Saint Anything, let me know what you thought!

P.S. I know I didn’t provide a summary, so if you so desire, check it out on Goodreads!

Let’s Talk About Reading Slumps.

tbrAs a book lover who obviously follows other book bloggers and vloggers on Twitter, one of the most common tweets I see is something along the lines of, “Help! I’m in a reading slump!” And of course, I completely understand. We’re the type of people who tend to devote every spare moment we have to reading. Hell, we even take time out of our lives to plan, film, and edit videos of ourselves alone in a room talking about books. So when we’re faced with those moments when no book can keep our interest, it’s can feel kind of horrible. In fact, I personally find myself getting legitimately anxious if I go a few days without reading; I feel like I’m letting down some almighty literary force driving my intense interest in books.

For these past couple weeks, I’ve been in the worst reading slump I can remember, and I’m sure there’s a lot that’s contributing to it. 1. I just can’t seem to find a book I want to read. 2. I’ve had a lot of school projects that demand a lot of focus. And 3. In about two weeks, I’m graduating from college.

So instead of getting in bed after a long day and reading until I fall asleep, I’ve been shutting off the lights and laying there for at least an hour, worrying about life and about my future. And the added pressure of knowing I’ll soon have to film an April wrap-up after only finishing two books doesn’t make me feel much better. In other words, it sucks.

But then the other night, amidst all this worrying, I started thinking about the dreaded “reading slump”, which is essentially a phrase coined by people who talk about books on the internet. Meanwhile, in the greater realm of society, taking a couple weeks off from reading probably isn’t a big deal. In fact, it’s something I’m guessing most people don’t even consciously think about. So why, then, does it stress me out so much when I don’t feel like reading?

At the end of the day, reading is a hobby. It’s something I love to do. With the exception of school-assigned reading, it’s not something that should ever stress me out; it’s something that should do exactly the opposite.

So while I understand why people use the term “reading slump” (and, obviously, I’m guilty of using it myself), I don’t like how it is most often followed by some sort of excuse, like “I’ve had a lot of work to do” or “I’ve been out socializing instead”. Both of those are perfectly acceptable reasons. In fact, any reason is perfectly acceptable. Even as BookTubers and book bloggers, it’s entirely our decision what we read and when we read it. We shouldn’t feel any sense of obligation to our viewers, our readers, or even ourselves, because if we start forcing ourselves to read, eventually it’ll stop being fun.

So from now on, I’m going to make an active effort to stop using the term “reading slump”. Instead, I’ll try to remind myself that there’s nothing wrong with going a couple days, a couple weeks, or maybe even a couple months without avidly reading. Reading is entirely personal and psychological, and no one, not even yourself, should make you feel guilty about your reading habits (or lack thereof).

Share your thoughts in the comments!


20 Days To Go: Thoughts from an About-To-Be College Graduate

For the past few weeks, I’ve found myself unable to read any of the five books of which I’m in the middle, write any blog posts, or even watch any TV shows (besides Game of Thrones because I’m too afraid of being spoiled on Twitter). In fact, I haven’t been doing much of anything besides schoolwork, unsuccessfully searching for jobs, and worrying about what happens after May 10th. For those of you just tuning in, May 10th is the day I graduate from college and begin my life in the real world I thought I entered four years ago when I graduated high school. Spoiler alert: I didn’t.

Throughout the past four years, whenever I’ve said anything about college being difficult, I’ve been hit with the ever-present “just wait until you graduate and have to go out and be a real adult” response. Of course, as a college student, I was confident that this was the real world. Now, I’m quickly coming to terms with the sheltered bubble that is college life and realizing exactly how much I would give for just one more semester to sort out my life.

Because now I’m starting to reconsider my choice in degrees.

Because all those people who told me “you can’t do anything with an English degree” are starting to make a lot more sense.

Because I don’t think I’m smart enough or assertive enough to put my political science minor to use.

Because I keep telling myself “I should probably move somewhere like New York or Boston or even freaking London” even though I can’t even process how overwhelming it would be to move to a major city without the comfort of a college campus to come home to.

Because the idea of going to real job interviews terrifies me.

Because the idea of trying to convince anyone other than myself that I’m a good writer seems laughable.

Because I’m under the impression that all my friends have definitive plans even though I know that isn’t the case.

Basically, to sum it up: last night I was laying in bed after being completely exhausted all day and suddenly I was wide-awake. I thought about my time abroad in London last semester and how much I loved everything about it, and the only thing I could think was, “I should’ve done an internship” even though I knew 100% that I wanted to immerse myself in a university setting. I thought about this semester and how much I got involved on- and off-campus: I juggled a full course load, an internship, a part-time job, and an editor position on my school paper. However, all I could think was, “I should’ve done more”.

I know, I know. There’s only so much you can do in one semester. Loads of people leave college without knowing what they want to do. Not everyone has a job lined up before they graduate. Things will come together eventually. These are the things I keep telling myself, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I know I’m being pessimistic. I know it could be a lot worse. I know that if I have to, I can stay at my part-time job a little bit longer while I find something more permanent.

But naturally, it wouldn’t be like me not to worry. I guess what surprises me is that less than two weeks ago I was totally fine. This all started to hit me really recently and has consumed my thoughts to the extent that I completely forgot that this Friday is my 22nd birthday. I love birthdays, but my thought process has become, “how can I have fun and celebrate when I still don’t have my life together?”

As a disclaimer, I didn’t write this to stress you out. I didn’t write this because I think I have it any harder than any other soon-to-be college grad. I wrote this because this is prominently a book blog and this is what has been diverting my attention away from thinking and talking about books.

That being said, I think I’m going to make this a series. This is my “20 Days To Go” edition, and I’ll try to post an update every couple days on what I’m thinking.

And of course, if you have any advice, I would absolutely appreciate it. Stay strong, fellow grads!

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins | Book Review


The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

Published by Riverhead Books, January 13, 2015

Genre: Psychological thriller

Pages: 336

So first of all, I think it’s worth noting that I read this book in one day. Well, I read the first 40 pages on Saturday night and the rest throughout Sunday. So basically one day. In other words, either it was really good or I just really didn’t want to do my homework. Maybe a little bit of both.

I’ve been hearing about this book all over the place – it’s topping bestselling lists everywhere, it’s being called “the next Gone Girl”, and my mom read it within a couple days and told me I would like it. So finally, after I’d just finished a hefty 500+ page epic fantasy the day before, I thought I’d give The Girl on the Train a shot.

To give you a short synopsis in case you’re not already familiar, The Girl on the Train follows three women, Rachel, Megan, and Anna, who are brought together (although not always consciously) by ex-husbands, commuter trains into London, and illegal activity. The timeline jumps between present and past as the three women’s stories intertwine and a mystery unravels. That’s really all I want to say without giving anything away; I would recommend going into this book without knowing much more.

I’ve heard a lot of people say they were disappointed because they went in expecting the next Gone Girl and got something completely different. However, I think it’s important to recognize that no book is really “the next” anything. Unless you count Fifty Shades of Grey, which was based off of Twilight fanfiction and was therefore pretty accurately “the next Twilight” upon its release. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that The Girl on the Train was completely different from Gone Girl or any other psychological thriller I’ve read, but I totally get why the two are being compared. The Girl on the Train deals with rocky marriages, unreliable narrators, and apparent mental illness in a way that so far I’ve only seen matched in Gillian Flynn’s work.

The characters, in this case, were more believable for me than those in Gone Girl (and I promise I’ll stop comparing this to Gone Girl now). All five of the central characters arguably suffer from some sort of mental illness, and I think Hawkins grasps this in such an authentic way. When a character was anxious or manic, I felt my pulse race and my reading speed up. When a character was depressed, the reading got slower and I found myself inwardly channeling written emotions. Also, the way Hawkins wrote the thoughts of a character suffering from alcohol addiction felt so incredibly real to me, despite never having suffered from addiction, myself. None of the characters were particularly likeable; they all had their inner demons, but I found myself relating to them all at one point or another.

This book doesn’t have a particularly dense plot; sometimes I would read 40 or 50 pages and discover that nothing of value had really happened. While this would normally frustrate me, I found that it really didn’t in this case. Even though actual things weren’t taking place, the characters’ inner dialogues and stress over uncovering the truth kept me intrigued throughout.

I really need to mention the setting of this novel, because it felt so incredibly real. This might be because I spent three months living in London and could therefore picture exactly what a community on the city’s outskirts would look like. I could also relate to Rachel’s obsession with “Jason and Jess” during her morning and evening commutes because I often found myself picking out the same houses again and again during the over ground legs of my journeys. I actually got chills once in a while when I would recognize the names of train stations or supermarkets. Also, I kept getting pretty strong Broadchurch vibes, for obvious reasons if you’re familiar with the show.

Basically, this was just a really cool book. Not very literary, but definitely thought provoking. It puts you inside the minds of people you may not normally associate with and make them seem more human than they might have otherwise.

Needless to say, while this book is not Gone Girl, if you’re a fan of Gillian Flynn or simply of psychological thrillers, I would definitely recommend this.

Check out The Girl on the Train on Goodreads!