The Goodreads Tag!

So, I was tagged by the wonderful Grace @The Girl Upstairs! Thanks Grace! ❤


The Goodreads Tag!

What was the last book you marked as ‘Read’?


The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, which I reviewed here. This was a wonderful book; I highly recommend it!

What are you currently reading?



Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, Thirteen Chairs by Dave Shelton, and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling. My mother and I are both reading Wuthering Heights for a book club that we want to do, and so far it’s good, if a bit hard to get in to. Thirteen Chairs is fabulous─spine tingling and chilly and not something that you would want to read at night! Then, of course, there is good ol’ Harry Potter; this is probably my fiftieth re-read of those ABSOLUTELY AMAZING books.

What was the last book you marked as ‘To Read’?


The Red Notebook by Antione Laurain. I have no idea how this is─I was just wandering the pages of Goodreads and found it.

Do you use the star system?

Absolutely I do! Although I have to admit that I tend to over-rate things: for instance, sometimes I’m so caught up in the thrall of a good book that when I go to rate it on Goodreads I give it five stars when maybe it should have only been a three or a four.😂

Are you doing the 2017 Reading Challenge?

Yes! My goal at this time is 100, but I’ve already read 85 so I’m sure I’ll be changing that soon.

Do you have a wishlist?

OF COURSE I DO! My family always gets annoyed with me when it comes time for holidays because the only things I ever ask for are books!😂 I have a HUGE weakness for bookstores, and it’s very rare that I leave one without two or more new books in my arms. Right now, some of the main things that I want are The Last of August by Brittany Cavallaro (this is the sequel to A Study In Charlotte, a modern retelling of the Sherlock Holmes stories. I am completely obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, but more on that in another post) and The Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo.

Who are your favorite authors?

*Takes deep breath* Boy, oh boy. This is a hard one. You ready?

  • Jane Austen (I LOVE Pride and Prejudice, as Grace and Bella know).
  • Diana Wynn Jones
  • W.R. Gingell
  • Gail Carson Levine
  • Marissa Meyer
  • Sharon Cameron
  • Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  • K.M. Shea
  • Neil Gaiman
  • Sherwood Smith
  • Patricia C. Wrede

And I have to stop now because this is getting ridiculous.:D

Have you joined any groups?


How many Goodreads Shelves do you have?

3: read, currently-reading, and to-read.

I tag:

Well, here’s the thing… I’m fairly new to the whole blogging scene, as you all know, so I don’t really know anyone that hasn’t been tagged already. However; I’d like to put it out there that if you’re reading this post, then I officially tag you! BAM! TAGGED EDEN STYLE!😂

Well alrighty then! Read on, lovelies!



The Graveyard Book

First off, I would like to wish all of you lovelies─and most especially your mothers─a happy mothers day! Make sure you hug all those lovely mums and/or mother figures in your life!

Now. Down to business.

The Graveyard Book

Author: Neil Gaiman  (pronounced Gaym’n, for those of you who wondered).

Genre: Children’s Literature/fantasy.

Language: Perfectly clean.

Heat Level (on a scale of 0-5): 0.

Violence (on a scale of 0-5): 3, but it didn’t leave me feeling like a had just stumbled through a bloody war and watched all of my best friends die, like some books… you know the kind? I also wasn’t surprised by any of it, either. It is Gaiman, after all. And called the Graveyard Book.



This truly was an enchanting book. I’ve read many tales involving ghosts and ghouls and the like, but never something that personified them so well, showing them as more than simply scary things that go bump in the night. I laughed and, yes, even cried as I took this journey with Bod, watching him grow from an innocent orphaned baby to a curious child to an even more curious young man (“curiouser and curiouser!” Anybody? Anybody? Nobody. Hah! Two references!) I felt first his fear, and then his anger when he learned of the man who killed his whole family while he escaped, and, consequentially, the Convocation who was after him. I felt his love for Mr. and Mrs. Owens. I felt his mix of respect, fear, and love for his guardian Silas: Silas, whom I loved from the start.

I won’t go into much detail about the plot of the Graveyard Book, as I don’t want to give anything too big away. I respect everyone’s need for a spoiler-free existence, even if mine is anything but. (Darn Goodreads and that tantalizing little link that reads show spoilers am I right?) However I will drop a slight hint, and say that the use of Jacks literally made my jaw drop and my book go diving off of my lap and to my deck that I was sitting on.

Gaiman’s crisp, intelligent, funny, slightly sarcastic at times prose is wonderful for many reasons, one of the main ones being that I never feel as if I’m being written down to when I read his stuff. I’ve read adult novels of his and I’ve read children’s novels of his, and I can honestly say that the quality of writing was absolutely the same. I find it exhilarating when I find a book for children that doesn’t make me wander about the house speaking baby speak. Children can comprehend just as well as adults in my humble opinion, and I think this author really gets that.

I normally don’t read books with illustrations, but this was one of those exceptions. They were sparse, but when they were there they were eye-catching and encompassed whole pages at a time.


I suppose what I mean to say is, this book might be advertised as children’s fiction, but that in no way means that people of all ages won’t enjoy it.

That’s all for today, lovelies! Read on!

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.

So it’s been more than a week─ eleven days, to be precise─ since my last post, but I trust that you will all forgive me due to your overwhelming capacity for… er… forgiveness… And the fact that my wi-fi has been nonexistent. And there you are, folks! Eden’s made a mess of the post already!

What I mean to say is, I’ve decided to try a new sort of formatting for my review-esque posts and would like your opinion on them. My gut says that you’ll like it better, since it involves a great deal more structure and sense while still including all of my endearing rambling (note the sarcasm) but I suppose that my gut could be wrong. What a positively scary thought. So, let me know below if this works better for you all!


The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society 

Author(s): Mary Anne Shaffer and Annie Barrows

Genre: Fiction/historical fiction

Language: Mild. There was the occasional use of a few swear words, but, in my opinion, nothing that would cause ones grandmother’s ears to bleed. I’m not a fan of reading things like that, and it was by no means enough to repel me from such a lovely book.

Heat Level (on a scale of 1-5): 1. This was an epistolary novel, meaning that it was written entirely in letters─for those of you at home that are wondering─so there wasn’t really a chance for much of that, anyway. There was a sweet, unassuming little romance that only really blossomed towards the very end, and wasn’t even realized mutually until the last few pages, so there weren’t even hugs or kisses. Very clean in that respect.

Violence (1-5): I’d give this one a solid 2. It was set in the aftermath of WWII, so there were a few brief descriptions of the horrifying things that happened in that time, but no unnecessary details that left one feeling traumatized.

Age Range: this is considered adult fiction, but I would say that anyone over 13 years old could read it, depending on maturity level and what their parents’ll allow.

Juliet Ashton is a thirty-two-year-old writer living in London, England in 1946. She spends her time writing light pieces for a women’s magazine, and wishes for something with more substance to write about. After going through a few ideas─ a book entitled English Foibles, about the Society to Protest the Glorification of the English Bunny, to name one─ she receives a letter from a man named Dawsey Addams, a Guernsey man, who possesses a book that she used to own and belongs to something created during the way called the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. She is intrigued, and the two strike up a correspondence, over the course of which Juliet learns that Guernsey was a German occupied island from 1939-1945, and that a group of friends had created the GL&PPS as a cover-up for a covert pig dinner, at which they were almost caught by a Nazi officer.

Juliet begins corresponding with several members of the GL&PPS and a few other inhabitant of Guernsey. Among them are some of the most dynamic characters that I have had the pleasure of reading, including but not limited to; Isola Pribby, eccentric, goat-and-parrot-owning, Pride and Prejudice loving woman who is so endearing and, in her own way, rather the hero of this tale; Sidney Stark, lovely, funny, and the quintessential best friend for Juliet; Mark Reynolds, who I was never quite sure if I liked or disliked, and, even though he wasn’t in very much of the book, whose character never faded; and, of course, Dawsey, who seems like one of the kindest, most thoughtful men in existence, and one that I would dearly love to meet. As I would all of these people─ even Adelaide Addison, if for no other reason than the way she was so vividly depicted through her two memorable letters.

Eventually, Juliet decides to take a trip to Guernsey─ a decision that would change both her life, and the lives of everyone whom she meets there. She stays in the house of Elizabeth McKenna, a witty, vibrant, vivacious woman whom the whole island loves and doesn’t know where she is, only that she was imprisoned for her crimes against the Nazi regime. Elizabeth’s five-year-old daughter, Kit, stays on at the cottage with Juliet, and the two form a reluctant but iron-strong bond that just melted my heart. One thing that I loved about this novel─while Kit was plenty adorable, she wasn’t perfect, and that spoke volumes about not only the creativity of the authors, but also their originality. Too often the characters of children are portrayed as these sweet, abandoned, misunderstood little angels, and that simply isn’t realistic. Kit was exactly as I think a child who had her life should be.

This is a charming, heartwarming novel. It’s happy without being fluffy, but at the same time serious when it needs to be, without being absolutely tragic. It left me with a satisfied feeling, only hindered because I wanted more! I want to know about what happens with Juliet, and Kit, and Dawsey, and Isola, and Zenobia the parrot, and Remy and Sidney─ but I suppose these things must be left to my imagination. There was by no means a cliffhanger ending; I’m just experiencing that common affliction that befalls one after they have read a particularly wonderful book… that feeling of loving the world that they’ve been immersed in for the past however many days, or even hours, so much that it seems almost a burden to come back to their own.


Would I Recommend It? Yes, yes, a million times, yes! Do yourself a favor and read the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society as soon as possible!

Keep reading!


And so it begins…

Hello, everyone!

I thought that I would begin by sharing my thoughts on indie author K.M. Shea’s King Arthur and Her Knights series, as Ms. Shea is about to release the last book in this series hopefully within the next few weeks.

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These books- each only the length of a novella except for the last one which, according to K.M. Shea’s blog, will be about 75,000 words- follow the story of Britt Arthur’s, a college-aged American woman from the twenty-first century who gets sucked back in time when she touches a magical sword in a graveyard while on a British Book Sightseeing Tour with a few of her friends. She arrives in Camelot-age Britain, smack-dab into the presence of Sir Kay, who eventually becomes her reserved but fiercely loving stepbrother, Sir Ector, her jolly, doting stepfather, and Merlin, the misleadingly young wizard who is grumpy, obsessed with uniting Britain, and extremely reluctant to feel anything other than professional concern for Britt. He is quite possibly my favorite character. Britt is informed that the real Arthur has run off with a shepherdess and she has been chosen by the spell that Merlin cast upon the Sword in the Stone to become King Arthur. Subsequently, what follows are the adventures of Britt and the friends that she makes in Camelot.

Now, I have a dirty little secret to tell you all… (Drum roll please). I’ve never actually read the original King Arthur story, so I don’t know how faithful these books are to the legends, but I have been informed that K.M. Shea does an admirable job. I know, I know, this is probably the Greatest Mistake of My Life, but, well, there it is. I do intend to remedy that eventually, which redeems me a bit. Doesn’t it? Guys?…

Anyway, to continue on. I absolutely love these charming, lovely, books that both made me laugh out loud with each rereading- yes, I am an avid spokesperson of rereading- and feel great empathy for almost all of the characters. It may seem like a fluffy, trite storyline the way I’ve explained it here, and it’s true that it isn’t anything that will make you do a complete rethinking of your whole existence, but it isn’t entirely without morals and feelings. Britt is smart, funny, capable, and generally just loved by everyone. (Yeah, Merlin, even you.) At first she is reluctant to accept that her whole experience isn’t simply an elaborate prank or a dream, but eventually she comes to realise that it’s very real. She misses her family and friends dreadfully. Enough, even, that she develops a severe case of insomnia- I try to be sympathetic about this, but her nightly prowls make for some of the best scenes in the books- and this never really goes away, though, over the passage of time she seems to learn to cope with her loss better.

I could write a whole other post on the relationships in these books; the platonic ones as well as the very few romantic ones; but I think I shall have to just focus on Britt and Merlin’s special brand of camaraderie for today.

As I’ve already mentioned, Merlin is my favorite character in all of the King Arthur’s books, but as I ponder it, I think it’s less because of him on his own and more because of what Britt does to him. Together, their dialogue is some of the most entertaining of any of K.M. Shea’s characters.

“Keep that hairy mutt outside the great hall,” Merlin ordered as they made their way to the treasury door.


“You are acting like a child.”

“I am a woman masquerading as a 15-year-old boy king who makes no decisions about his own kingdom. The least you will allow me to do is to make decisions regarding my pets.”


The matter-of-fact way that Britt presents the way she feels to him, and the confused, annoyed, distraught way that Merlin tries to deny it all are written superbly- so superbly, in fact, that there were many times that I quite literally yelled at Merlin through the screen of my kindle that for such an intelligent man, he certainly was being stupid. However, by the last scene of Endeavor (yes, all of the book titles are words that start with the letter E. I really want to meet this author) I was… well, not satisfied, but temporarily satiated.

I really enjoyed all of the strong female influences as well. Nymue, Morgause, Morgan, and, of course, Britt herself. These ladies don’t take no for an answer, and I especially enjoyed their sheer hatred of chauvinistic pigs such as Lancelot and his cousins (yeah, ‘cuz in this version, Lancelot is a jerk. At least, I think…)

All, in all, the verdict. Read it. Read it all and love it. Now. Shoo.

Still here? Well then, I suppose I’ll say that I apologise for the 800 word post, and to reiterate that I will not live until I have the newly published Endings- the long-awaited series finale- in my hands.

Keep reading!

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