A look back at 2019 (and some pretty awesome book quotes)

Despite a stumble in my blogging at the end there, 2019 was a pretty successful year for me.  The biggest change for me from 2018 was working a job that made me happy.  When you spend most of your waking life at work, that makes such an enormous difference.

Let’s take a look at some of my stats from 2019…

139 posts and 232 followers.  Not big by some standards, but I’m plenty happy with that.

579 posts.  Livejournal is my private blog, my journal if you will.  I’m pleased by that number as it means I don’t have any long blank periods for this year!

I wrote 27 poems and no short stories.  I haven’t written a short story since 2017!  I need to write more poems and short stories next year.

I read 160 books in 2019!  Wow!  That’s the most I’ve read in years, and kicks ass on my goal of 120.  A goal I didn’t reach in 2018, I might add.

  • Longest book: Cake by J Bengtsson
  • Shortest book: The Gig by Kim Feilding
  • Most hyped book I read: Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
  • Book others need to know about: Threatening Sky by S Jade Castleton
  • My average rating for 2019: 3.8 stars
  • Favourite series of 2019:  D’Vaire by Jessamyn Kingley
  • Favourite authors of 2019:
    – Jessamyn Kingley
    – Cara Dee
    – L A Witt
    – Aly Martinez
    – Lily Morton
  • Authors that disappointed me in 2019:
    – Piper Davenport
    – A E Via

I started listing some favourite quotes from 2019, but they were too many and too long for my bulleted list.  So here you go…

“Russ, you’d need a medium and a séance to bring my dick back to life tonight.”
~ From Gideon by Lily Morton

My brother retracts his fingers from where he just pinched me.
“What did you do that for?”
“Because I love you.”
“Can’t you buy me a card like normal people?”
“No, because Hallmark doesn’t have anything to rhyme with ‘you’re behaving like a total wanker,’” he says firmly.
~ From Gideon by Lily Morton

The sounds of the late afternoon poured into the car. Crickets and birds talking shit about one another at top volume.
~ From The Wolf at the Door by Charlie Adhara

“How do I look?” he blurted as they approached the car. He couldn’t help it.
“Like you’ve seen some shit,” Park said.
“Oh, good. I like to stay on brand.”
~ From Thrown to the Wolves by Charlie Adhara

People passed me huddled under umbrellas. Fragments of their conversation left vibrant confetti in the air while the passing cars dragged out streaks of gray.
~ From Complementary Colors by Adrienne Wilder

“The hosts of This Morning are agonizingly British—a middle-aged woman named Dottie in a tea dress and a man called Stu who looks as if he spends weekends yelling at mice in his garden.”
~ From Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

I started to think of myself and my life and my whole lifetime worth of memories as all the dark, dusty rooms of Buckingham Palace. I took the night Bea left rehab and I begged her to take it seriously, and I put it in a room with pink peonies on the wallpaper and a golden harp in the center of the floor. I took my first time, with one of my brother’s mates from uni when I was seventeen, and I found the smallest, most cramped little broom cupboard I could muster, and I shoved it in. I took my father’s last night, the way his face went slack, the smell of his hands, the fever, the waiting and waiting and terrible waiting and the even worse not-waiting anymore, and I found the biggest room, a ballroom, wide open and dark, windows drawn and covered. Locked the doors. But the first time I saw you. Rio. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn’t fit in any rooms.
~ From Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

He started spinning his storm again, voice rising up and down, words forcefully punctuated without pattern. “Mom! Mom. You have to smell him! It’s like… like… I don’t even know what it’s like! I was walking in the woods to scope out our territory so I could be like Dad and then it was like… whoa. And then he was all standing there and he didn’t see me at first because I’m getting so good at hunting. I was all like rawr and grr but then I smelled it again and it was him and it was all kaboom! I don’t even know! I don’t even know! You gotta smell him and then tell me why it’s all candy canes and pinecones and epic and awesome.”
They all stared at him as if they’d come across something unexpected. Mark had a secret smile on his face, hidden by his hand.
“Is that so?” the woman finally said. Her voice wavered like it was a fragile thing. “Rawr and grr and kaboom?”
And the smells!” he cried.
Can’t forget about those,” the man next to her said faintly. “Candy canes and pinecones and epic and awesome.”
“Didn’t I tell you?” Mark said to them. “Ox is… different.”
~ From Wolfsong by T J Klune

“Don’t stick with something shitty even if the money is good, you feel me?”
“I won’t.” Though admittedly the thought of walking away from this kind of cash was… well, I was pretty sure Jesse would have to be an actual serial killer who moonlighted in Nigerian prince clown porn for me to jump ship.
~ From The Husband Gambit by L A Witt

But fortunately I didn’t have to pick one reason and one reason only, and I could absolutely hate him for an entire laundry list of reasons. Seriously that man could eat a dump truck full of rotting hairy donkey dicks.
~ From The Husband Gambit by L A Witt

He’d draped over the bar like his jacket was made of long days and disappointment, yet when he’d smiled at me it was so ineffably bright and resilient that I kept looking back.
~ From Dedicated by Neve Wilder

“Shut up before you ruin this.”
I wasn’t good at shutting up. “Ruin what?”
“What I’m considering doing to your cock.”
I lied. All hail shutting the fuck up.
~ From Dedicated by Neve Wilder

King stared at his best friend. “Surely you’re not implying what I think you’re implying.”
“Oh, I imply, brother. I imply. All the implying.” Ace waved his hands at King and his general person. “There is so much implying going on, I can barely stand it.”
~ From Diamond In The Rough by Charlie Cochet

When Logan entered the break room, he found Foster applying lipstick in the dingy mirror above the utility sink. From the smirk she directed at him, Logan had no doubt she’d offered herself up to Mr. Slick Suit like a vagina vending machine.
~ From When One Door Opens by J D Ruskin

The nursing home smelled like horror, cleanser, and a spritz of death.
~ From Mr Frosty Pants by Leta Blake


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