Angieville

So The Boy Most Likely To put me right back in the mood for some solid contemporary YA. I immediately turned to my ARC of Nicola Yoon 's debut novel  Everything, Everything .  I'd been looking forward to this one for awhile but holding onto it until starting it felt right. I can't be the only one who does that, can I? Ours is not to question why and all that, I suppose, but seriously why sometimes can I not just dive right into a book I've been dying for the moment it finds its way into my grabby little hands? Frustrating doesn't even begin to cover it. In any event. I'd also been meaning to feature this cover on a pretties post for awhile and just never got around to it. But can we go ahead and just take a moment now? Because it's just perfect, even more so after having read the book. I can't wait to pick up my copy in person and just . . . stroke it. Madeline Whittier has no memory of ever being outside of her house. Afflicted with a genetic disor

I think I've been quietly missing the Garretts for the last three years. I remember picking up My Life Next Door based on its comparisons to Anna and the French Kiss and being pleasantly surprised at how thoughtful an exploration it was of families and first loves. And while I swooned over Jase and Sam right along with every other reader with a pulse, it was those forbidden Garrets that kept me thoroughly enthralled. Which is why my anticipation grew daily from the moment I heard about The Boy Most Likely To right up until release day. And then, perversely, when it finally came I worried. What if the balance is off? What if Tim isn't redeemable? What if (as was a touch true in the first book) Alice-and-Tim weren't the equals I wanted them to be? The thousand niggling questions of an anxious, but resolute reader such as myself . . . But, happily, the pull of returning to the cozy kitchen of the Garretts didn't allow me to hold out for long. And it was a warm welcome

You guys. I have come across another perfect edition of a book I adore, and I simply have to share. Actually I discovered one lovely edition and that one led me to another, and, well, I need to know which you yourselves would choose. I ran across the whimsical yellow cover and found it charming, particularly in comparison to the edition I own , which I love, but which has determinedly large violet numbers on it. And we all know how I feel about violet anything on the covers of my beloved books. Sigh . But then.  Then.  I found the stamped AirMail envelope cover. My heart, you guys. It is perfect. I do really like the cream one with the actual photo of Marks & Co. on it, naturally. In fact, my heart clenches each time I look at it and remember that when I finally made it to London, that blessed shop had been turned into a Pizza Hut. A Pizza Hut . And so to exorcise the demons (and because I have no lender copy), I plan on ordering one of these lovelies sooner rather than late