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Book Review: Chopsticks

Saturday, November 5, 2016


This book stood out to me. I was visiting the library and noticed a book that was rather big on the shelf. This book stood twice the size of any other book sitting on the shelf. It was in the fiction section, so it instantly peaked my interest. 


This is a novel for visual people. A story told me photographs, postcards and IM messaging.


When you first look at the cover, what do you think it's going to be about? Well, for me I thought it was going to be your usual girl meets boy, yada, yada, yada. But Chopsticks is so much more than that. You see, depending on how you interpret the novel, it could actually tell two different stories. It could tell the simple contemporary story of sixteen-year-old Gloria "Glory" Fleming, a piano prodigy, who falls in love with Francisco Mendoza, a boy who becomes her escape from her stressful life. Sounds fluffy, right? Well, it can also tell the deep and dark story of a lonely, broken, child star pushed so hard to perform to perfection that she slowly loses her mind, causing you to question everything you see in the book or thought you saw. Do I have your attention yet?

Chopsticks is simply brilliant. The amount of time and skill it took to arrange the photos to tell this mind-bending story is commendable. The phrase "a picture is worth a thousand words" definitely fits the bill here because there are hardly any narrative text in the book, yet I felt a very strong connection to the characters. This book really doesn't need the extra words. Instead, the reader must follow the pictures of Francisco's drawings, Glory's concert programs, family photos, letters and images of household belongings. Chopsticks is very intimate in that way because it feels like you've been peeping into someone else's life for eighteen months in only 272 pages. It's the kind of book that you could zip through in thirty minutes, but by the ending it'll make you go back and re-read it more slowly. It's that easy to miss something.



There are a few pages that offers playlists of songs that the teens have arranged for each other. I went as far as playing the songs on their lists to really get into the vibe of this book. 


I went out on a limb with Chopsticks and I'm so happy I did. It took me on what I thought would be a simple fun read to an involved story that I couldn't stop thinking about after I finished. I know I could read again and still have a healthy appreciation for the complexity of the story. So, if you are a visual person like myself and you're looking for something totally different from your usual fair, Chopsticks may be the book you've been looking for.

Readers Are Leaders

Thursday, November 3, 2016


There is nothing quite like cloudy November mornings and the library. There is something magical about when your babies start reading, and we are quickly learning that with not only Piper but also Maverick. It’s kind of like when they start walking, but better. they are opened up to a whole new world of imagination & creativity. || 📚

You really can make a huge difference! Parents are the most important educators in a child’s life – even more important than their teachers – and it’s never too early to start reading together.

Remember readers are leaders. 

-Reading aloud to your child, talking about the words and pictures, and sharing ideas about a book.

-Reading to yourself -- children who see adults reading and enjoying it - are more likely to want to read to themselves.

-Surrounding your children with books - you don't need hundreds of books at home, but going to the library, or bookshops regularly to borrow books, buy books, spend time together and make choices together -- helps reading become a habit. 

Simply learn to #SayYes to books. 

#WednesdayWisdom

Wednesday, November 2, 2016




Sometimes the most important things you do each day are never on your "to do" list.


I have spent the past week engrossed in motherhood. Don't get me wrong, every day of my life is spent being engrossed in motherhood . . . but I am talking about the dirty side of motherhood. The gritty battle against sickness that hits every year when November knocks on our door. We said hello to the stomach virus and marched directly into strep throat without any sort of break. Each kid battling their own symptoms, leaving me there to clean them up and bathe them in tender love and care. 

Somehow we managed to hit a few houses on Halloween night and that was by the grace of God because we have had no breaks for about seven days now. Both of my kids looked like they had lost the war against sickness -- their little eyes showing exhaustion and defeat. 


Motherhood brings as much joy as ever, but it still brings boredom, exhaustion, and sorrow too. Nothing else ever will make you as happy or as sad, as proud or as tired, for nothing is quite as hard as helping a person develop his own individuality especially while you struggle to keep your own.

I have always adored this quote. Perhaps it is because when someone else admits that Motherhood is hard, it allows us to both exhale in unison & nod in agreement. Yes, this love is heavy. Weighted in every corner. Certain seasons heavier than others. But all with the divine intention, to keep our hearts anchored first in our homes.




Yesterday we finally caught a break. Gratitude to the wonderful doctor for granting Piper a few days off from school. We spent the entire day unplugged -- or I spent the entire day unplugged. 

It's amazing to see the difference made in spirits when the cellphones stay on the charger. 

We didn't really crash -- it was more or less that we didn't ever move from our positions on the couch. Laying there -- with babies sprang -- cuddling -- watching Disney movie after Disney movie -- I realized how special these moments were. 

I never wish sickness on us -- but I don't mind the quiet moments where we are all together, laughing, and cuddled up. 

"If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is: "thank you", that would suffice."

  -Meister Eckhart










Goodbye October

Tuesday, November 1, 2016


For so many of us, when we look in the mirror, all we seem to see is tired eyes, age spots, lurking wrinkles, and extra pounds. And yet when we are wrapped up in our child's affection, we cannot help but feel the prettiest. Because their touch is nothing short of pure magic.


So Stop. Put down what you are doing. Pause & Notice. Because sometimes what lies in front of you is the real-life movie to your own everyday miracle.













We spent most of the yesterday at the doctors office. Piper has been sick on and off again for about a week now. Yesterday she found out she had strep throat. And somehow we managed to do a little bit of trick r treating. [We love Halloween just that much}
One kid was sick. The other kid was cranky and tired. Mom was mentally fried for the day. And somehow we managed to enjoy the night.
Happy Halloween Folks! And Goodbye October!

Enjoying The Now

Tuesday, October 25, 2016


If I could reverse the hands of time and have a heart-to-heart with the mama I was just five short years ago, I would tell her this: Recognize & Rejoice in the season of Motherhood you are currently in. For all its worth. Surrender freely, Tiffany. 


There is a time and purpose to every phase in your life. Just as we can't enjoy autumns vibrant colors in April, or picnic on a soft grassy lawn in January, neither can we expect to have all the treasures of a lifetime of seasons packed into today...to be constantly wishing away the current season, because the next season seems more appealing, is to miss the fragrance of lilacs after spring rain because you cannot wait for barbecues by the pool. ~from the book, Deliberate Motherhood. #nowisnow


xoxo,
Tiffany



Book Review: Falling Kingdoms

Monday, October 24, 2016



We were cruising down the road the other evening and I told my husband that it is that time of year again -- the candy tax season. The kids are collecting buckets of Halloween candy and I feel I could dive into it and eat it all up.

And that is how I feel about my most recent read: Falling Kingdoms. 

I failed to snap a picture of the book // book cover while I had it -- and sadly, returned it to the library. But I somehow managed to document pictures of my kids returning our library loot. 

Hopefully one day soon, I'll have a really wicked bookshelf to photograph. 


War is coming. In a land divided into three kingdoms, old resentments ignite when a young lord slays a merchant boy of the neighboring and long-oppressed Paelsia. Hungry for justice and power, northernmost kingdom Limeros allies with Paelsia, and both swear to bring the extravagantly wealth southernmost kingdom, Auranos, to its knees.

But feuding kingdoms are only the backdrop for the personal journeys of the young people whose lives are upended by the conflict. Princess Cleo of Auranos struggles to be a perfect princess, but her headstrong will to secure safety and happiness for herself and her loved ones thwarts her efforts. Jonas of Paelsia loses his brother to an arrogant young lord and vows to seek vengeance for him. Princess Lucia of Limeros conceals a dangerous secret from her family. Her brother, Prince Magnus, yearns to prove himself to his formidable father and tries to suppress his love for someone he cannot have.

Falling Kingdoms is told from the alternating perspectives of these four characters. Occasionally, a chapter follows the mysterious spirit Ioannes, who surveys the activities of select humans through the eyes of hawks. His appearances read as setup for the novel’s planned sequels, which are sure to delve more deeply into the mythology established in this volume. Suffice it to say that the world of the three kingdoms used to be one kingdom in which elemental magic was practiced, but a conflict between goddesses led to the scattering of the elementia, gems essential for the mastery of such magic, and the possibility of such power began to fade from the dividing world.

The strength of this book lies in its often morally ambiguous characters and plot twists. It gives the reader plenty of opportunities to pick sides, and the choice is never entirely straightforward. Who will win the war? Who should win the war? Should Cleo fall in love with the arrogant nobleman, the chivalric guard or her loyal best friend? Perhaps even the Paelsian rebel? The surly Prince of Limeros. 

I feel that Falling Kingdoms is compared to George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series, more commonly known as “Game of Thrones,” the title of the television series based on the books, because they share similar plot goals. Making me feel Falling Kingdoms is honestly a bit unoriginal. 

While FALLING KINGDOMS has a narrower scope, focuses almost exclusively on teenage protagonists and involves a much heartier helping of romance, the comparisons are not entirely unfounded. Both Rhodes and Martin are unflinching in their willingness to kill even the characters you thought were the safest. Both achieve their shining moments in their portrayals of morally ambiguous characters. (The chapters featuring Magnus, the angry and tortured Prince of Limeros, are consistently the most engrossing because the reader cannot quite decide how to feel about him.) Further, Rhodes’ and Martin’s high fantasy stories include the return of magic, scheming witchy advisors and royal incest. 

Obviously my love for Game of Thrones is stronger here. I feel the Fire and Ice series is untouchable on my favorite list. George R. R. Martin's writing techniques are more serious, adult novels and truly embraces fantasy. It's one of my flaws with Falling Kingdoms. The language of the book sometimes sounds too modern for the Middle Ages-esque setting of most high fantasy novels and occasionally makes reference to cultural touchstones of European origin. In one such moment, a character says, “My kingdom for a handkerchief,” a play on a famous line from Shakespeare’s “Richard III,” which the inhabitants of Auranos have certainly never seen. Regardless, Rhodes also writes her characters with plenty of passion and forces her readers to feel every longing and betrayal. 

Despite feeling like Rhodes often writes more modern -- and feeling like her high fantasy novel isn't as thick in lore -- feeling like her writing is watered down -- I ate it up like candy. I just couldn't get enough of this series. 

I know Rhodes writing in this story fell flat to a lot of readers and after watching plenty of reviews about the first book - I completely understand why. The writing is a slight turn off to me -- as a twenty-six year old woman -- it is geared for a teenage audience. However it didn't stop me from powering through the book within two days. 

In fact, maybe that is why it made this book so easy to read and made it a guilty pleasure read. Unlike most high fantasy novels, this book was direct and to the point. The book wasn't written at a slow pace and didn't stop to drag out descriptions. It wasn't deep into the lore. 

Sure, I would have loved reading a more serious fantasy novel but I have other series for that. I can always switch over and power through Game of Thrones for a deeper adult story. 

Falling Kingdoms is excellent for what it is. An introduction into a teenage high fantasy novel. 

I think the author tried to place her story up there with George R. R. Martin's novels but that is simply a unattainable goal. I don't think people should even honestly compare the two series because this is a YA series and Game of Thrones is an adult high fantasy series. George R. R. Martin owns that adult fantasy level. Falling Kingdoms should be appreciated for what it is. 

And honestly, it reminded me of my guilty pleasure -- the CW's Reign TV show. 

I ate this book up. I have read so many reviews that were so/so about the first book but I found it fun and easy to read. I dived straight into the world and I'm anxious to power through the series. 

So would I recommend this book to my fantasy loving friends? Yes, I would. 

xoxo,
Tiffany



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It’s Just A Bunch Of Hocus Pocus

Sunday, October 23, 2016


Winifred Sanderson: My ungodly book speaks to you. On All Hallow's Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground. Oh oh! We shall be back, and the lives of all the children of Salem will be mine!
[All three witches cackle]




Winifred Sanderson: Twist the bones and bend the back
Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca
Winifred Sanderson: Trim him of his baby fat
Sarah, Mary Sanderson: Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-Mel-a-ka-mys-ti-ca
Winifred Sanderson: Give him fur black as black, just
Mary Sanderson: Like
Sarah: This!










October 
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

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