The Improbability of Love

The Improbability of Love by Hannah Mary Rothschild
My rating: 2.5 of 5 stars

I have a lot of feelings about this book, but a lot of them aren’t good.

The goals of this book were to be a character-centered romantic tale of art. Take that “romantic” word however you’d like, it appears in different ways. Annie buys a painting from a junk shop that just so happens to end up being one of Watteau’s lost pieces of art. Ends up, everyone wants it – and by everyone, I mean everyone from art dealers to rappers to shah’s to prime ministers. But the painting might quite possibly have some shady history as well. The book isn’t all about art – it’s also about Annie recovering after having her life essentially ruined by an ex boyfriend and finding a way to live again.

There are so many weird pieces to this book, and I was intrigued by its description. I really wanted it to be good. But then the painting talked. No, I’m not kidding. The painting has it’s own voice in this book – it even calls itself “moi” all the time (and says other single French words) which was just painful to read. And honestly, that wasn’t even the worst part of the book because at least the painting had a few interesting things to say about it’s history. No, the worst parts of the book centered around the characters who were introduced at the very beginning as would-be bidders on the painting at auction. But honestly, they’re just boring. To be truthful, I may possibly have skipped over most of the sections speaking about half of these characters (most of which I don’t even remember their names, and I just finished the book…) There are a couple of characters who actually contribute to the plot, but a large majority of them don’t do anything except to make this already overworded book even wordier. You could probably remove about 200 pages of content from this book and then it may be decent. Because really – the basic plot IS interesting! But there’s just so much else unneedingly going on that it really just ruins it.

I really think that the author (who has a background in art and philanthropy) had a good idea, but it was almost like she all of a sudden became pretentious and threw in a whole bunch of unnecessary information to seem smart or something. If she had just stuck to the basics, this book would have gained a lot more of a following. Maybe create an abridged edition and remove various dukes and Russians and give information about the painting without making it talk? Yeah, I think I’d like that book.

I received this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

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Super Freaking Good Low-Carb Beef Stroganoff

Now that I’ve made this recipe twice and have further perfected it, I figured it’s “decent” enough to share with the world. I’ve made quite a few different stroganoffs, and have kinda mixed a bunch of different recipes together into something more “my own.”

So the back story behind this is that I really freaking love beef stroganoff. The creamy, beefy goodness just calls to me. And though typically served with egg noodles, I’m honestly just as satisfied having this with zoodles. Most of the low carb versions of this seem a little boring as they don’t typically include cream cheese, which I think really gets rid of a lot of the flavor. Yes, it makes it higher in fat… but with low carb foods, the goal is for low carb content and high fat and protein generally. With only about 5 net carbs and 20g of protein per serving, it’s serving it’s purpose. My stroganoff is not super thick, so if you serve it with zoodles, they soak up some of the extra moisture. I’ve also got this labeled as “6 servings” but honestly, that’s just a guesstimate. You can just times the nutritional info (which is approximate based on MyFitnessPal’s recipe creator) by 6 to get the facts of the entire dish and go from there. I’m also going to be honest and say that the seasoning measurements are also kinda a guesstimate. I’m not a huge fan of wasting the tiny measuring utensils, so I just kinda throw things in. You can add more or less depending on your tastes.


  • 2 tbsp butter
  • 2 spoonfuls minced garlic
  • 1 lb lean ground beef
  • 8 oz fresh baby bella mushrooms
  • 1/4 cup white cooking wine (you can use water or more broth if you don’t have any)
  • 1/4c beef broth
  • 1 tsp parsley
  • 1 tbsp minced onion
  • 1 tsp onion powder
  • 1 tsp beef bouillon powder
  • 1 1/4 cup sour cream
  • 4 oz cream cheese
  • salt and pepper to taste


  1. Melt half the butter in a pan over medium heat with the minced garlic.
  2. Add ground beef and salt and pepper to taste. Cook until brown.
  3. In another pan, melt the other half of the butter. Add the mushrooms, wine, and broth, and cook until the mushrooms are soft. Add in parsley, minced onion, onion powder, and bouillon.
  4. Remove pan from heat and add in sour cream and cream cheese. Stir until the mixture is smooth and there are no more lumps of cream cheese.
  5. Return the pan to low heat and mix in the ground beef mixture.
  6. Serve over zoodles or another low carb noodle!


And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer by Fredrik Backman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Man, Fredrik Backman truly knows how to get your emotions all jumbled. I was a huge fan of A Man Called Ove, so I’ve been eager to read anything and everything else by Backman. And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer is just as enchanting.

As someone who has had not one, but two grandparents suffer from Alzheimer’s Disease, this story really meant a lot to me. It tells the heart-wrenching (yet uplifting) story of a man who is slowly losing his memory, and how he is learning to say goodbye to those in his life. It’s an interesting portrayal of a man fighting for his brain, and is remarkable at portraying what it’s like to lose what you’ve known your whole life. Not only do you get the inner-workings of Grandpa’s brain, but you also get to see the sweet relationship that he has with his Noahnoah (he calls him that because he likes him twice as much as everyone else). It truly explains the special relationship that many have with their grandparents – a relationship that the grandparents may never have had with their own children -their second chance.

“That’s why we get the chance to spoil our grandchildren, because by doing that we’re apologizing to our children.”

I never got to really have the discussions with my grandparents that Noah and his grandfather have – I was very close to them, but we never really discussed what it was going to be like when they weren’t “there” anymore or what was really happening. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard the disease described as losing your way home, but the title really truly makes sense. Reading this, I really wish that I had been able to experience the loss like Noah. I know that I had a great experience with my grandparents as they were losing themselves, but I wish that I could have known what was going on in their minds as they lost everything they knew. I am glad that, unlike many in my family, I was able to walk down the road with them as they faded.

“What can we do to help Grandpa?”
The dad’s tears dry on the boy’s sweatshirt.
“We can walk down the road with him. We can keep him company.”

If you’re experiencing or have already experienced the loss of someone who has “left before they even die” – read this. Though we may never know what is going on in the minds of those who lose their memories, And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer helps us understand just a little of what goes on and what those around are feeling as well.

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The Hazel Wood

The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
To be published in January 2018
I was really excited to read this book, which is being advertised as a sort-of creepy fairy tale novel. At the beginning of the book, you’re getting the story of Alice, a teenage girl who has spent her life moving around from place to place with her mother – always seemingly running away from something that is only really described as a “curse.” The only thing she really knows is that her grandmother wrote a creepy fairy-tale storybook which seems to have all but disappeared from the earth and amassed a sort of cult following. When her mother gets kidnapped, Alice’s background comes to the forefront, and everything is not at all what it seems. Sounds really cool, right?

Well the first half of the book is surely amazing. 5 stars all around – I was enchanted and itching for more. I couldn’t wait to see what happened, and I was eager to learn more about this “Hinterland” – the location of all of the fairy-tales. Alice continues her life-adventure with Finch, a rich-boy who is one of the cult-followers of Alice’s grandmother. He’s got much more to him than meets the eye, and Alice definitely senses something about that. This isn’t a romance, so don’t get your hopes up for that. It is as it seems – a fairy tale.

The second half of the book dives more into the Hazel Wood and those of the Hinterland. I was so excited for this portion of the story, but was disappointed. Here, my rating drops more to a 3 star (hence the overall 4). I found myself getting more distracted while reading this, even though it was what I craved so much. I liked it, but I just wasn’t anxiously flipping pages like I was in the first half of the book. I could not picture what was happening quite like the first half, as everything seemed to be moving so much faster. I think that Melissa Albert could have slowed all of this down a bit and stretched it into a two part series – with only two parts, not more. This way, we could have gotten more details, more stories… and the ending wouldn’t have seemed so rushed.

The Hazel Wood is great, and it’s unlike anything that I’ve read for a while. I just wish that it was a bit more! I even would have been fine if maybe a hundred or so more pages of the Hazel Wood and the grandmother were included. Things are build up so much in the first book, but then half of the truly interesting characters.. the danger.. just go away.

I would definitely love to re-read this book to see if I pick up on anything else, and I definitely would read more of Melissa Albert’s works. I received an ARC from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

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How to Behave in a Crowd

How to Behave in a Crowd by Camille Bordas
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

How to Behave in a Crowd tells the story of a very observant boy in France who spends his life watching from the sidelines as his siblings skip grades, write dissertations, and continue on in their anti-social, egotistical lives. Dory is 11 at the start of the novel – and even though everyone else in his family is super precocious, he is supposedly not. He hasn’t skipped any grades and is supposedly “average”, yet for being an 11 year old, he thinks and observes like someone far far older. His best (and possibly only) friend is a suicidal girl who talks about death, depression, and killing herself all of the time. At 11. Either I’m really out of touch or French people are just way more advanced in thinking and whatnot, because all of the characters in this book are pretty advanced. I say that, but Dory ages about 3 years in the book and doesn’t really change his way of talking in all of those years.

The book doesn’t necessarily have a well developed plot, in my opinion. It focuses on Dory’s observations and experiences. The back-matter mentions a “tragedy striking the Mazal family”, but in reading it, you wouldn’t really think that it was a tragedy based on all of the characters reactions to it. More of a tragedy occurs at the end, in my opinion. Either way, the way Dory explains things that he sees is definitely interesting – I wasn’t having to force myself to read this book. But it definitely wasn’t my favorite. I wouldn’t read it if you need something that has a defined plot, conflicts, resolutions, etc. You don’t even feel too partial to the characters, other than Dory since it’s in his point of view. But I definitely was entertained. I don’t think I’d read it again, really, but I did like it, I suppose, even though it barely even had an ending. It could be defined as being in the coming-of-age genre, which I have a tendency to like. Thinking about it, I actually don’t really know how to feel about this book. It was entrancing enough to earn a completion, at least.

I received this book from Blogging for Books for review.

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Freakin’ Peanut Butter Cups

I haven’t done any recipe posts yet, mostly because I haven’t actually written down any of the ones I’ve come up with myself. I’m the type of cook who rarely uses measuring cups, and just kinda “pours” stuff in. I know this isn’t too typical of someone who’s trying to maintain a healthy lifestyle, but I’m not a measurer – of carbs, fat, calories, etc. I know what is “low-carb” and I can tell when I’m adding too much. I’m just good at eyeing things I guess. But for the most part, I’m just trying to keep in stock the lower carb ingredients, and am avoiding using products like real flour and sugar. I know that this way, I’ll be lowering my carb intake by itself. And the weight is coming off, and I’m feeling better in so many ways that I know it’s working, and I’m obviously helping to heal my body by making these adjustments.

But anyway, sometimes I do follow recipes. Few have really worked so well for me that I didn’t have to make any adjustments and liked the recipe 100% the way it was listed – one of these recipes is for one of my all time favorite sweets – Peanut Butter Cups! A friend of mine turned me onto this blog, All Day I Dream About Food. I’ve made a few of the creator’s recipes, but none has made me so happy as this one – Easy Peanut Butter Cups. She has another Peanut Butter Cup that has the sweet treat look exactly like a Reese’s cup, but this one was easier and tastes JUST LIKE A FREAKING REESE’S CUP!  No, I’m serious. Half of these low-carb treats all have a similar taste to them, and you can tell that they’re “Better For You”. But with these – nope. I’d eat them 5 million times a day. I had one for freakin’ breakfast, and I don’t feel bad about it. And with about 5 net carbs per cup (potentially a little more depending on the types of peanut butter and chocolate you use), I can do that! So here’s the site’s recipe (with a few notes of mine in italics, and clickable ingredients to buy the odd ones on Amazon). Again, this is not mine. All credit goes to All Day I Dream About Food.


  • 1/2 cup peanut butter (I used crunchy peanut butter because it’s all we ever buy, and it worked just fine. You get a little crunch in the cup, which doesn’t bother me at all. If you don’t like this, just use creamy.)
  • 1/4 cup butter (I used salted butter.)
  • 3 ounces Cacao Butter, chopped (It really is key to chop it up semi-finely. It takes forever to melt if you have big chunks.)
  • 1/3 cup powdered Swerve Sweetener (I normally don’t use Swerve because it’s semi expensive, but I think it really made a difference in this recipe.)
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
  • 4 ounces sugar-free dark chocolate (I used this 85% Dark Chocolate instead which tastes pretty bitter to me by itself, but amazing with these cupsTheo Classics 85% Dark Chocolate)


  1. Line a 12-cup muffin tin with parchment paper cupcake liners. Alternatively, you can use silicone muffin cups.
  2. Melt the peanut butter, butter, and cacao butter together in a medium saucepan over low heat, stirring until smooth. Stir in the sweetener and vanilla extract until well combined and no lumps remain. (Obviously, if you use the crunchy peanut butter there will be lumps, but just make sure there are only peanut lumps!)
  3. Divide the mixture among the prepared muffin cups and refrigerate until firm, about 1 hour.
    Set a heatproof bowl set over a pan of barely simmering water. Put the chocolate in the bowl and stir until melted and smooth. (You can also melt the chocolate in any other way that you prefer – I did mine partially in the microwave, stirring it at 30 second intervals).
  4. Drizzle about 1 teaspoon over each peanut butter cup and spread to the edges. Return the cups to the refrigerator until set, another 10 to 15 minutes.
  5. Store in the refrigerator. Keeps for up to a week.

The listed nutritional facts are using the ingredients that I mentioned (the 85% dark chocolate, mainly).

This recipe makes 12 cups. I think next time I’m going to use the mini muffin tins instead, and potentially put chocolate on the bottom and the top. But I’m definitely going to make these all the time because they are just soooo fantastic!

Thanks again to All Day I Dream About Food! 

Before I Let Go

Before I Let Go by Marieke Nijkamp
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
To be published in January 2018
So this was a pretty quick read, but it almost pained me to continue reading. It was almost a “lost interest” or “did not finish” – but I pushed through because I was hoping there would be some sort of an ending to this mystery that made the journey less boring. Alas, I was disappointed.

Before I Let Go is the story of Corey, a girl who returns to her hometown of “Lost” after finding out that her best friend Kyra has died. Once there, Corey strives to find out how exactly Kyra died, and is met with all sorts of mystery and road blocks.

The story revolves around Kyra and her bipolar disorder and the stigmas surrounding it. The setting is pretty cool – it’s a very small ghost like town in snowy Alaska, where there are auroras and old hot springs. Half of the book revolves around “outsiders” of this town, and turns the townspeople into some sort of cult that worships the girl who they once ignored. As Corey gets to the bottom of the so called “mystery”, you have to sit through a bunch of repetitive, flowery nonsense about storytelling, being an outsider… being “Lost” – ha, cause that’s the town name… big mystery. There is a whole lot of build up – like 300 pages worth – with seemingly only like 2 characters (and one is dead). And then when you get to the climax of the story, it’s like 3 pages and doesn’t even have an end result. I was hoping that this story would go somewhere, but it really seemed like more of an attempt at flowery words, emotions, and trying to make something into a literary work of art that wasn’t.. something that just ended up being a whole bunch of words with no meaning.

If you want to read through 300 something pages of thrilling literature, you’re not going to find it in this book. I was never at the edge of my seat, and I never really got a supposed resolution. Maybe someone else can read more into the fluff and see that as art instead of the half-plot, but I just couldn’t.

I received an ARC of this from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

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Empire of Storms

Empire of Storms by Sarah J. Maas
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I don’t even know where to start with this book.

Sarah J. Maas, you hurt my heart. Why, oh why are you such a good writer? I haven’t felt this way about a series… or a singular book… in years. You make me fall in love with each in every character. Honestly, I feel as anxious to read what happens after this as I did reading the Harry Potter books – so that’s REALLY saying something.

Assassins, Fae, Magic, Witches, Shape-Shifters. All of this and more is what you will get when you read the Throne of Glass series. But in the fifth installment you will be ripped out of your seat with excitement as the group of heroes finally meets up with each other to help rid the world of Erawan. You’ll get so many ships that it’s not even funny. You’ll be hit with one surprise after another, and then you’ll want to hit something when it ends because the last 100 pages will literally have you on the edge of your seat with the screen essentially going black.

I love Aelin and Rowan – there’s definitely more mature content in this book, which was super surprising considering that it’s a YA book, but I for one was totally for it. You get a lot of other couple pairings in this book, some of which are unexpected, but still drool-worthy. Maas writes romance parts in such a way that honestly, I don’t care who gets together — she just makes it right.

Elide comes out of this book with “BOSS” written on her forehead, because oh my goodness she develops some balls. Manon is just probably one of my favorite characters. She goes around not giving a shit, even when she gives sooo many shits. (Ha). You kinda fall for Lorcan… just a bit. And don’t get me started on Dorian. I love him. He’s just… he’s so much more interesting than Chaol ever was. And there’s just not enough of him in this series.

When I finished this earlier today, I was pretty much just reeling – in disbelief that the book was over after ONLY 700 pages – 700 quick pages. I really wish that I had read The Assassin’s Blade before this, because there are definitely characters thrown in. So now I will have to go back and read that, and then immerse myself into Tower of Dawn until more Aelin, Rowan & crew return to my life. This stupid amazing book may force me into fanfiction land again.

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Sometimes My Brain Doesn’t Let Me Read

Like almost everyone, I go through phases with books. I’ll get really into Goodreads and find about 5000 books that I want to read, and then I’m pumped and ready to read. Then I go to actually pick up that first book and it just sits there on my desk for about a month. I keep thinking about how much I really want to read, but it’s like my brain literally won’t let me pick up the book. I absolutely hate this feeling. It’s probably one of my least favorite periods of time in life because my entire world revolves around books. I mean, I’m a librarian – I literally deal with books as a job. And then when I go to relax and try to get my brain to stop for a second by immersing myself into another world through a lighthearted fantasy or romantic page turner, I just can’t.

As a kid, I was that dorky little Shirley Temple-haired girl who pretty much had to be forced to go outside and play with her friends because she’d rather read. I distinctly remember dreading having friends over. I remember spending weekends laying all over the living room couch immersed in books. I remember not really ever having a bed time because I was just spending that extra time reading. When I was old enough to truly participate in the Accelerated Reader (AR) programs at school, it then became a competition to me. I wanted to read as many books as possible – even the “hard” ones – just so I could earn the most points. 4th grade was particularly intense because it was essentially one other girl (ohhh Carrie Christensen! I remember you!) and myself competing for the top amount of AR points. She ended up beating me, unfortunately, but I still got to use my points to “buy” a super cool lava lamp at the end of the school year. Pretty sure I worshiped that lamp until early high school.

I don’t have as many memories of reading the next few years because a lot of stuff happened in my life that sent me in one of my “my brain doesn’t let me read” modes. I didn’t really notice until later in life, but I realized that this inability to read occurred when I was going through particularly heavy bouts of depression. When I’m really depressed, I have a tendency to go one of two ways. I either can’t focus enough to pick up a book at all, or I get so obsessive over something – usually a series (whether that be book or TV) that I literally don’t want to do anything else. I much prefer the obsessive modes, but lately for me it’s been the unfocused ones. And it sucks.

For the past 9 or so months, I’ve been stuck in “my brain doesn’t let me read” mode, with an occasional time period where I can read maybe a book or two. It’s had a serious effect on my books read count — I normally average between 50 and 70 books, but it’s September and I’m not even at 15. But I have my reasons – I know why my brain is malfunctioning. I’ve had a bunch of medical issues and a series of medication changes, and I think that maybe I’m finally crawling out of the pit. I’m hopeful that my upswing continues and I get back to full on book hoarding (not that this ever really stopped) and book bingeing. Here’s to hoping!

Queen of Shadows

Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Despite the fact that I took a month-or-more long hiatus while reading this, it was yet another absolutely fantastic addition to the Throne of Glass series. If you’re looking for a series with a bunch of kick ass female characters, look no further. Queen of Shadows just reinforces this even more. If you’re looking for characters who actually change, look no further. Talk about character evolution! Calaena Sardothien/Aelin is by no means the same character she was in the first book. Is she still amazing? Yes. If you want stagnant storytelling where you figure out the love interest in the first book and it stays the same throughout the entire series, you’re looking in the wrong place.

Okay, so it seems as if people go one of three ways with this series and the relationship stuff. They’re either pissed because it didn’t go their way, happy because it did, or just confused as fuck because Sarah J. Maas likes to do this thing where our favorite assassin has like 50 different love interests throughout the series. Honestly, I’m just rolling with the punches and am just so happy that Maas somehow writes in a way that makes me like every direction the story goes, and I’m generally surprised with certain things. Not just with the relationships, but with everything.

From now on, I’m going to stop being general and get on with the spoiler-fied, opinionated portions – so beware… The below text is full of SPOILERS.

I may be one of the few who says this, but I did NOT like Chaol with our dear assassin. I liked her with Dorian. To me, Chaol was the person who I expected, because he was meh in the background… silent and broody. Dorian had flair but you could tell there was more to him. And then shit happened. But ANYWAY, then Rowan pops up and I absolutely hate him at the start, as is expected. Then as he evolves with Aelin, you start to fall.. and fall.. and then SJM keeps throwing up the “they are BFFs and there is nothing romantic between them” barrier, but also keeps throwing up the whole “OMG, he’s so hot” notes that you just couldn’t count something out between them, and thus ship them because it’s expected. So I for one am super happy that Aelin and Rowan are going to be something. Maybe. Hopefully. Such is character evolution and great writing that makes you okay with the direction the author is taking the story! Also, I was completely thrown off by Duke Perrington being the true big bad — I realize looking back that maybe I shouldn’t have been, but I was. End story.

I am so excited to continue Aelin’s adventure. I look forward to being shocked and possibly frustrated throughout another several hundred pages.

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