Blog Tour Review – Glass Slippers, Ever After, and Me by Julie Wright

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Hello loves and welcome to the Blog tour for Glass Slippers, Ever After, and Me by Julie Wright. A modern, reimagined Cinderella story, this book is charming, funny, enchangting, and heartwarming. It’s filled with plenty of sweet and wonderful moments that will make you smile, and believe in happily ever afters.

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Publication Date: October 21, 2019

Publisher: Shadow Mountain Publishing

Genre(s): Fiction, Contemporary, Romance

ISBN: 9781629726076    Retail Price: $16.99

Format:  Paperback, 336

Cover Design: © Shadow Mountain

Art Direction: Richard Erickson

Design: Kimberly Kay

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Can the fairy tale bring Charlotte the happiness she’s looking for, or was he always there to begin with?

A modern, reimagined Cinderella story.

When aspiring author Charlotte Kingsley finally gets published, she thinks all her dreams have come true. But the trouble begins when her publicity firm reinvents her quirky online presence into a perfectly curated dream life. Gone are the days of sweatpant posts and ice cream binges with her best friend, Anders, replaced instead with beautiful clothes, orchestrated selfies, and no boyfriend. Only, that carefully curated fairy tale life is ruining her self-esteem and making her feel like a fraud.

When a bestselling author takes Charlotte under her wing—almost like a fairy godmother—she helps Charlotte see the beautiful person she already is and the worth of being authentic. But is it too late to save her relationship with Anders? The clock is quickly ticking towards midnight, and Charlotte must decide between her fairy tale life and the man she loves, before he’s gone forever.

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A charming, witty, and heartwarming modern tale fairy tale story 

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Charming, witty, and heartwarming, Glass Slippers, Ever After, and Me by Julie Wright is a refreshing and fun story with plenty of wonderful moments that will make you believe in happily ever afters.

I love a good clean contemporary romance and this one is engaging, well-written, and enchanting. I enjoyed the modern fairy tale twist, the relatable life situations throughout the story, and the relevant themes that will teach you a thing or two. The quotes in the beginning chapters are thought-provoking, fun to read, and one my favorite things about this book. Definitely surprising and quite unpredictable, this lovely story gave me the feels, made me smile, and had me laughing a few times. It’s just a really great feel good book and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The beginning is a bit slow for me, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy those chapters. I loved getting to know Charlotte “Lettie,” Andres, Kat and just seeing Lettie go through her daily life. It’s filled with delightful and entertaining moments that warmed my heart, so slow doesn’t always necessarily mean the story is boring. When the plot starts to really pick up and Lettie’s dream has finally come true, well everything falls into place (or falls out) and I could not stop reading. Even when I was feeling really frustrated (certain characters will just get on your nerve and make you want to throw the book), I still didn’t want to stop cause I just had to know what would happen next. The romance is “clean,” but there are plenty of sweet kisses and cutesy moments between Lettie and Andres that will totally give you butterflies. I think they’re cute, adorable, and just really great together. The ending is believable, heartfelt, and a beautiful happily ever after.

I really liked characters and yes… even the villains. I think everyone plays their part really well and they all seemed realistic. Lettie is such a loveable and relatable protagonist. I love her quirks, her drive, her personality, and her flaws. She’s resilient, caring, and has a big heart. I loved seeing her grow and realize what truly matters and makes her happy. I also really love her close bond with her step-sister, Kat and how much she adores her. Seeing her friendship with Andres change and develop into something more definitely made me swoon and I just love them together. Andres is charming, loyal, a good friend, and so sweet. He’s not without flaws, but I do think he’s a really good guy and more than makes up for something he does that didn’t sit well me. I definitely would have loved to have his POV in the story. I think knowing what he’s thinking and feeling would be really interesting and fun.

Julie Wright has written a delightful, fun, and realistic modern day fairy tale story that will absolutely warm your heart and leave a smile on your face. Glass Slippers, Ever After, and Me is so much more than a love story and definitely surprised me in more ways than I thought possible. It’s relevant, meaningful, and thought-provoking. I loved the relationships, the messages, the themes, and the lessons. This book really makes you think about what’s important in your life and inspires you to live in the moment. It’s a story about chasing your dreams, never giving up, staying true to who you are, cherishing your loved ones, making memories, and ultimately finding your own happily ever after and living it to the fullest!

I received a physical ARC copy of this book from the publisher, Shadow Mountain Publishing, in exchange for a fair and honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

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Julie Wright is the author of more than twenty novels, including the Proper Romance® novels Lies Jane Austen Told Me and Lies, Love, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She is a Whitney Award winner and a Crown Heart recipient. She is represented by agent Sara Crowe. She loves reading and writing, playing on the beach or hiking with her husband and kids, and watching her husband make dinner.

David Glen Robb lives in the Rocky Mountain West with his wife, two sons, and two dogs and is an avid rock climber who also coaches youth rock climbing teams. He taught high school English, art, and creative writing for eleven years before deciding to pursue writing full time.

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Thanks for stopping by sweeties. Don’t forget to pick up a copy of this book when it comes out October 21!!

Until next time, have a great day and happy reading!!

sincerelykjologo

Blog Tour – Naked Mole Rat Saves the World by Karen Rivers

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Hi sweeties! Welcome to my Blog Tour stop for Naked Mole Rat Saves the World by Karen Rivers. This book tour is hosted by Algonquin Young Readers and for my stop, I have a fun EXCERPT to share with you.

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Publication Date: October 15, 2019

Publisher: Algonquin Young Readers

Genre(s): Children’s, Middle Grade, Fantasy

Format: Hardcover, 304 pages

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Can Kit’s super-weird superpower save her world?

Kit-with-a-small-k is navigating middle school with a really big, really strange secret: When she’s stressed, she turns into a naked mole rat.

It first happened after kit watched her best friend, Clem, fall and get hurt during an acrobatic performance on TV. Since then, the transformations keep happening—whether kit wants them to or not. Kit can’t tell Clem about it, because after the fall, Clem just hasn’t been herself. She’s sad and mad and gloomy, and keeping a secret of her own: the real reason she fell.

A year after the accident, kit and Clem still haven’t figured out how to deal with all the ways they have transformed—both inside and out. When their secrets come between them, the best friends get into a big fight. Somehow, kit has to save the day, but she doesn’t believe she can be that kind of hero. Turning into a naked mole rat isn’t really a superpower. Or is it?

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KIT’S MOM HAD A TATTOO THAT WOUND AROUND HER LEFT WRIST.

The ink was faded like something that had been washed so many times it had gotten thin and holey and was now just a blurry memory of black.

If you looked closely at the tattoo, you could see that the leafy, twining ink wound its way around three tiny, fancy letters—k and i and t—which stood for keep it together. It also spelled kit’s name, which was kit, not Kit, because when kit was a baby, her mom said she was much too small for capital letters. Back then she fit inside her mom’s two hands, a funny wrinkled thing that looked not-quite-ready to be alive, more like a hair- less baby animal than a human being.

“My little naked mole rat,” her mom would say every time she saw the first photo ever taken of kit, which had been stuck on the fridge for most of kit’s life. Then she would put her hand on her heart.

One day, kit took the picture down and slipped it into a drawer and her mom didn’t say it as much any- more, which was good because it didn’t exactly feel like a compliment.

Kit’s mom had had the tattoo for years before kit existed at all.

“Because I knew you were coming,” she said.

Kit’s mom often told people that she was searching for kit for her whole life and the tattoo was the map that she followed to find her. She said that when she found kit, she was saved.

Found made it sound to kit like she was not someone who was born, but instead someone who just appeared, maybe in a box on the doorstep. Even though kit knew this wasn’t true, she sometimes dreamed of scraping her fingernails against cardboard walls, scrabbling to get out.

She also thought that being responsible for saving her mom was an awful lot of pressure. Not that she’d ever say anything; she knew her mom loved that story and the way she told it made kit feel things she didn’t usually feel. It made her feel heroic and kit normally had a pretty hard time imagining that she’d ever be able to save anyone from anything. She was too small to be a hero.

She could still sometimes fit into clothes labeled 6x.

That’s how small.

“The size in your shirt should be the same as your age,” Clem told her once when they were shopping at the Brooklyn Flea, which was the best place in the world to find stuff you didn’t know you needed, and kit had felt worse than if Clem had reached over and punched her right in the nose.

Clem was also small, but not nearly as small as kit. She was normal-small. Like kit, Clem and her twin brother, Jorge, had been born too early. But unlike kit, the only fallout for them was that Clem had super bad allergies and Jorge had had to wear glasses since the age of two.

Small-ish and small were two  different things. That was the day kit had bought her favorite hoodie, the black one with the small rainbow star on the front and the bigger rainbow star on the back. The color was as faded as kit’s mom’s tattoo. It had cost $5, which was the exact amount their moms gave them each to spend. “That looks . . . comfortable,” Clem observed, but she meant, “That looks old.”

Kit didn’t care that Clem didn’t like it. It was big and soft and as soon as she saw it, it looked like it belonged to her. It was already familiar. The fact that it was way too big only meant she wouldn’t grow out of it anytime soon. Clem had spent her $5 on a small glass turtle. “It’s not a very turtle-y turtle,” she said. “Don’t be such a turtle!” she told it.

A lot of what Clem said didn’t make sense, but it was funny anyway or maybe it was just funny because it didn’t make sense. They had both laughed so hard that they had to sit down, right there on the pavement, the crowd parting around them. Clem clutched the non- turtle-y turtle, tears running down their cheeks, while Jorge looked dreamily off into the distance, not quite paying attention to what was so funny. Jorge was like that. There, but not always entirely there.

“He has a rich inner life,” Clem said, which made kit picture a whole miniature world existing inside Jorge. “But his outer life needs work.”

Then she laughed.

Clem was someone who was almost always laugh- ing, at least back then. At first, kit had been friends with Jorge because she was friends with Jackson and Jackson was friends with Jorge. It had been the three of them. Clem had bugged her, with her always-laughing thing. But after not very long, kit started to find the same things funny that Clem did, and soon kit and Clem were the closest friends. Their friendship grew to be the biggest and the best. So even when Jackson and Jorge were busy—Jackson with his sports and Jorge with his “rich inner life”—Clem and kit were either together or talking on the phone.

Clem was the most important person in kit’s life, other than her mom.

And Clem got it. She understood what kit’s mom was like. She knew what kit’s life was like and that kit had to look out for her mom because her mom had issues.

Kit’s mom’s main issue was that she was afraid. She was scared of cancer and bad guys and fire. She was ter- rified of traffic and heights and crowds. She was afraid of spiders and germs and blood. The list was pretty long and always growing.

“K.i.t., keep it together,” kit would say, and her mom would put on her brave smile and hold up her wrist so that kit could see she was trying.

Sometimes, kit and her mom would go in the bath- room and perform magic over the tub or sink so the oils and “potions” didn’t spill anywhere that couldn’t be eas- ily cleaned up. They had a whole glass shelf of bottles and jars, labeled with things like bravery and truth or rosemary and sage.

Kit’s mom owned a hair salon. She was a hairdresser, not a witch, but kit thought her only employee (and her best friend), Samara, might be both. If you didn’t know Samara, you’d think she was just a nice, funny person— she loved riddles—but once you got to know her, you’d find out that she also believed in magic the same way kit did. She believed in spells, believed they could give them courage or love or money or luck, believed in the possibility that herbs and oils and words could really and truly fix any problem.

Mostly it seemed to be luck that kit’s mom was con- juring, but kit thought she should specify whether she wanted good luck or bad. Everything was either one or the other, if you thought about it.

And anyway, details mattered.

“You’re as small as a detail and the details tell the story. You are the best story of all,” kit’s mom liked to say. “I’m not a story!” kit used to always say back, but now that everything had happened, she wasn’t sure this was true anymore.

After all, everybody has a story, even if the story doesn’t feel like a story when you are the one who is living it.

It’s only afterward, in the telling, that it becomes the thing it was meant to be all along.

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(Author Bio taken from her Website)

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I was born, grew up, and currently live in British Columbia, where I take a lot of photos, walk a lot of paths, and write books for children, teens and adults.

The stories I tell are emotionally honest, but they aren’t about real people.   Fiction has a way of telling the truth though, don’t you think?

I believe that readers are always asking the question, “Am I OK?”  I write characters who suspect that they are not OK, but who eventually find inside themselves the strength to change that belief.

Growing up is harder than ever.  The world is often egregiously unfair.  Things can seem impossible.

How do we go on?

I believe in the power of stories.  I think that stories will save us.  They can show us the way.

Novels are magical.  Books can be mirrors or windows.  We sometimes need to see ourselves.  We always need to understand others.

Stories are all secret passages to alternate worlds where we can be safe to explore the unsafe, the unsettling or the unfair hands some people have been dealt.

In the pages of a book, we can be braver than we are, we can go further than we’d normally dare, we can understand more than we know.

Books make us better, period.

I believe in magic.  Do you?

Be brave.   Be kind.   And believe this:  You are OK.

I believe in you.

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Thanks for stopping by and reading lovelies. I hope you enjoyed this post.

As always, take care and have a wonderful day!!!

sincerelykjologo