OH HAIIIII! I’m back.
(I turned in my book. I finished edits. BOOOOOOM!)
OK, moving on. FIRST. a personal update.
I have been really depressed lately. Yes, I know this is redundant as I suffer from clinical depression, (major depressive disorder if you were wondering) once again, just like this time last year, my body has decided to be a real asshole. I’m exhausted, I’m sad, I’m overwhelmed with life, and that’s not a good place to be. I feel like I’m failing my friends and family, and barely hanging in there with my scholarship. Normally, I force myself to be so driven, so precise, that I have my days planned down to the minute.
I don’t even know where my planner is.
And I can’t be bothered to care.
When I was in a particularly bleak period, I deleted every piece of fiction I’ve written in two years.
Because, depression lies. It tells you you’re crap. It tells you that everything you’ve done is crap. It’s dark and lonely, and it tricks and taunts.
I’ve gained weight, and I can’t get my mind around caring enough to stick to a plan to fix that. That’s gotta end because I’ll just get darker if I don’t.
So, to put it lightly, I’m struggling. When I lie down at night, it feels like a vortex of black is sucking me into my own mind. I’m deaf, but it’s like I can hear each and every tick of my clock that is just taunting me, telling me I’m wasting my time. How? I have no idea, but that is what it says.
Essentially, I feel like this right now:
So, if I’ve been absent, know I’ve been trying. I have a plan, I’m going to try to stick with it. Because I hate feeling lost, and that’s exactly how I feel.
So when it came to what I want to review today, I was vacillating between Penny Reid and LH Cosway, Grace Draven, and Sierra Dean.
I went with The Player and the Pixie by Penny Reid and LH Cosway, because their MC has her own issues.
They’re a far piece different from mine, but they’re still issues.
First, here’s the blurb:
Lucy Fitzpatrick doesn’t like rugby.
As the little sister of Ireland’s most infamous rugby player, Lucy can’t seem to escape the championship-sized shadow cast by her big brother, or her mother’s frequent attempts to micromanage her future. Her rainbow hair is as free-spirited as her quest for inner peace, yet overbearing expectations keep bringing her down. And when she’s down, her compulsive little problem lands her in seriously big trouble.
Sean Cassidy is a cold-hearted brute… or so he’s been told. Frequently. By everyone.
His blonde locks, baby blues, and rock hard bod make ladies the world over drool with desire. As the rugby world’s second most infamous player, he should be basking in his success. But Sean has never been content settling for second place, and his frequent confrontations with Lucy’s big brother leave him cold. And when he’s cold, his compulsive little problem lands him in the lap of Lucy Fitzpatrick.
Sean has a problem only Lucy can solve. Lucy has a problem only Sean can fix. The solution seems obvious: you scratch my back, and I’ll bail you out of jail. But when their business arrangement unexpectedly leaves Sean scorching hot and Lucy on the precipice of inner peace, can they convince the world—and Lucy’s big brother in particular—that this is the real deal?
Either way, both the Player and the Pixie are about to teach each other some pretty monumental lessons about family, life, but most importantly, love.
As per usual, Penny Reid and LH Cosway knock this out of the park. I always go into either of their catalog expecting great things, and I’m never disappointed. Penny Reid’s books tend to be sweeter and sort of have the feeling of freckles and margarita filled evenings with friends, and LH Cosway’s tend to read a bit more sturdy tartan flannel *that has a pink silk lining* and tea with whisky. Together, they marry really well.
If we’re going to continue on Cat’s fucked up metaphor train, I’ll say that The Player and the Pixie feels like swinging with your best friend at a mist-filled playground, drinking lemonade and moonshine. In a word–ideal.
Each character is completely unique and full. The two authors spent the time to care about each action, reaction, gesture, and bit of dialogue. The narreme is so tight, that it’s as though the central issue driving the plot is a guitar, and LH Cosway and Penny Reid are Eric Claptoning the fuck out of it. I wanted desperately for the protags to get beyond their problems, because it felt like if they could–I can. I know that is so fucking trite for me to say, but literature exists for a reason, and if providing a light in a dark period isn’t one of them, I don’t know what is.
tPatP never feels like a morality play, like the authors are finger wagging at anyone’s illness. Instead, it just feels honest, it feels real, and it felt good to read.
I can’t recommend it highly enough, and, if like me, you find yourself struggling a bit, this is a very nice diversion.
Amazon • Nook
And now, the food.
I was at a loss as to what to cook for this. So I went with a theme. Quick and easy. Just like Sean.
Quick and Easy Lo Mein
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes
Keywords: stir-fry side entree vegetarian vegan
the noodle and veg mix
- 1 lb lo mein noodles (linguine is fine)
- 2 red peppers, sliced
- 1 large onion, sliced
- 3 oz shittake mushrooms, sliced
- 6 oz green beans, trimmed
- 2 tbsp garlic, chopped
- 1 tbsp ginger, minced
for the sauce
- 3 tbsp soy sauce
- 1 tsp tamari
- 1 tsp sriracha
- 1 tsp apple cider vinegar
- 1/4 cup water
for the toss
boil the noodles to al dente, two minutes before they’re done, add green beans. drain.
in a wok or large skillet on medium
add shitake and saute until soft
add onion and garlic and ginger
saute until soft
turn off the heat
add remaining ingredients
in a separate bowl, combine all sauce ingredients
toss everything together