Snickerdoodle Cookie Cupcakes

These are going to be the second out of three types of cupcakes I made for my sister's birthday. It seems like all I do is spoil that girl! Last week, I talked about her favorite cupcakes- vanilla with root beer float icing.

This week, it's my favorite out of the three. snickerdoodle cookie cupcakes. Yes, there was a cookie at the bottom. Yes, it was delicious.

 

The icing was definitely the best part. I intend to make it again and again. Seriously, it would be amazing on zucchini, or carrot, or even chocolate cupcakes. It was light and fluffy, and the cinnamon really kicked it up a notch.


Alright, I'm drooling already.
 




The cupcake itself was okay. Not spectacularly moist, but still awesome. The best part was the cookie at the bottom.

Unfortunately, the recipe didn't make enough cookies to put in all the cupcakes, which was disappointing. I didn't have enough time to make more, so about half of my cupcakes were cookieless. Don't get me wrong, they were still awesome, it was just a little disappointing.

Next time I make these (because there will definitely be a next time, I'm going to cool the cookie dough longer and double the amount of dough. ...and try not to eat all the frosting before it goes on the cupcakes.

Mittens for my sister

The first project I turned in for a class in HPKCHC was a pair of spectacularly awesome fingerless mittens. Last winter, I intended to give my sister a pair of fingerless mitts for Christmas. She's at the age where she's starting to care about what she wears, and wants to be unique. Handknit mitts? Perfect!

Except, I kind of fell in love with them by the time I finished. I hated the quality of the yarn (poorly dyed! Super easily tangled! Pain in the neck!), but I adored the finished product. The best part was that they matched a cowl I had already made, both in design, and in color.

So... yeah, those mittens stayed in my closet. What my sister doesn't know won't hurt her, right?

While she was none the wiser, I knew I couldn't pull that again. She had been asking me for quite some time for awesome mitts, and I wanted to make her something she would like. During the summer, I went on a yarn crawl with my best friend, and picked up some Cascade 220 Sport in her color. She's lain claim on this color the past few years (and was very upset when I got a car in almost the right color; apparently, she still intends to steal the car as soon as she's able to drive), so I knew it was something she'd hands down like.

Because I'm a super sneaky sister, I told her that I wanted to make myself mittens, but I couldn't decide on which pair to make. I pulled up a list of potential patterns using the spiffy Ravelry search engine, and let her tell me which ones she liked the best. She wound up picking the pattern Seeta, something I was excited about. I had loved the pattern the first time I had seen it, and was really interested in finding out how the design was made.



After a rough start and a few frogs, I finally was on a roll. I whipped them out in no time! I was so excited about these mitts, and had to be persuaded by a friend to put them away and not steal them... again.

It took a few times of wearing them around the house (you know, to test drive them...) that I noticed I had made a major boo boo, even after  frogging so many times. Can you spot it below?



I had knit an uneven number of ribbed rows at the start of the mitts One had eight row, and the other had ten. Don't ask me how I wound up doing that. Whatever. It won't be noticable under her coat, and I doubt she'll ever even realize.

The only other changes I made in the thumb; I picked up the amount of stitches that the pattern called for, knit for two rows but I decreased during those rows get an even 2x2 ribbing. I then knit five rows of the rib, just to make it more cohesive.

The pattern was excellent- I adore the overall effect. It did take me several tries to understand how to do the  crosses- I suggest reading the projects rated the  most helpful before you tackle this pattern. I turned this in for the September DADA assignment of knitting something to help you pick out a loved in a crowd- the between the pattern and the color, Jennifer will certainly stand out!

I just keep having to repeat "I will NOT steal these mittens" to myself until Christmas...

Return of the Root Beer Float

A few weeks ago was my sister's birthday. For months in advance, she requested Root Beer Float cupcakes. I wound up driving up on the Friday night of her party, and was immediately put to work! My mom had bought a cookie cake for Jen, but she was afraid it wasn't going to be enough.

I whipped into action! I arrived at my parents house approximately the time Jen's guests were supposed to arrive, so we had them play games so we could stall on their pizza dinner. I wound up using a doctored up vanilla cake mix for the base (double the eggs and milk instead of water),  and Jen's favorite frosting



I wound up picking out these adorable cupcake liners- I loved them. So I made the frosting match!


It didn't hurt that Jen's cake was pink, teal, and green! For once, everything matched.The cupcakes were pretty bland, and not as moist as I expected, which was disappointed. I've yet to find a quick yellow cake recipe that doesn't require cake flour. Nevertheless, the icing totally made these cupcakes, which was the point. That's all Jen was concerned with anyway!





So after flying through these cupcakes.... the kids at Jen's party didn't even eat them. Talk about stressing for nothing! That was okay, my parents were throwing a volleyball party the next day, so they *did* get eaten, just not early enough to warrant me running around like a crazy person whipping them up after a three hour drive.

Detention: Swirly Hat for Dad!

Eek! I'm afraid I've been rather, well, lax with my blogging lately! Classes and work have been utterly exhausting lately, I just plain have been busy! But, here's a FO from (eek!) a month ago.





As I mentioned before, I joined the Harry Potter Knitting and Crochet House Cup as part of the Gryffindor team. As part of my detention, I finally finished a hat I had started long before that. It had gone through some serious frogging and reknitting before that, but it all turned out well.


The pattern was Swirly Hat, and I think it looks rather fabulous. The only changes I did was to knit a longer brim, and to only cast on 100 stitches. I used my absolute favorite yarn ever- Manos del Uruguay Maxima. It was so deliciously soft, I kept petting it. Because I made it for my father for Christmas, I'm really hoping that he enjoys it as much as I do. I specifically picked out the color because I think it'll look fabulous with his eyes, which will make my mom happy. He's yet to ever receive a knitted gift from me, so hopefully he'll like this one!

It's a big as the uuuuuuuniverse!

 

This time, it's something big!

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I finished my Frozen Leaves shawl, aka "Aaaachoo! Spring Leaves" because I had an attack of the allergies while knitting it, and because it's a nice snotty color. Like I said before, I've got the sense of humor of a seven year old boy.

The shawl is nice, and lovely, and best of all, HUGE. It was so big, in fact, when I tried to block it out on my bed, I very quickly realized that it would be bigger than my bed if I had blocked it out to it's fullest extent. As it is, it's perfectly lovely.



I knit it out of this lovely yarn I scored on sale, Baruffa Cashwool (don't you just love that name?) on size four needles. Initially, I was rather nervous about how loose my knitting was, but I think it turned out perfectly, and I still have a billion yards left of the yarn!

I have no idea what I'm going to do with it, but that's a thought for another day.

I went a bit bead crazy. Not only did I add it on every other row of center stitch  of the leaves,  I also added them on the stitch that joined three stitches together, until the last chart, where I knit it every other row because it lined up weird.



I think those beads may have added about five pounds to the finished weight. I do know that this provides no warmth against bare skin, as the beads are freezing, so I suspect I'll be wearing it either over long sleeved clothing or when I want to be cooled off, rather than keeping warm in restaurants like I originally thought.

This was a lovely pattern, and absolutely addictive to knit. I kind of wish I was still going!

Then again, I worked on it for like a month, so it's a good thing I finally finished.

Lost in a Good Book (Literally!)

Uh, talk about an awesome book- Lost in a Good Book drew in me completely. Not only was it a great expansion of the incredibly interesting premise the prequel introduced, it also made Thursday Next an even more likeable character. I'm not talking about introducing something for her to mope over- meaning the removal of her spouse, I'm talking about her reactions to small events. They made her seem so real to me.

I sped through this book a few months ago, so I'm afraid I can't remember too many of my thoughts other than "AWESOME". I know I was a bit disappointed with the ending- I was moving the next day, and I couldn't check out the next book, so it was a bummer the ending ended on rather a cliffhanger.

I loved Mycroft's "retirement"; it was an absolutely perfect tie in that I didn't (surprisingly) see coming. I also enjoyed the steadfast devotion Thursday's partner showed her when she told him what happened to her husband. I may still be a bit mopey that Thursday didn't wind up with him, rather than her actual husband who has had shockingly little screen time, and from what I can remember, little personality as well. Whatever, to each their own. Any way you look at it, this was a great book, one I'd definitely recommend.

(5/5 stars)

bippity-boppity-boo

Because apparently I'm baby-crazy, I made more baby clothes during the Ravellenic games. I know anyone who is reading this, myself included is sick of hearing about the Ravellenics (which reminds me of calisthenics, which I suppose makes sense- knitting is a rhythmic activity).
and I have no idea what that even is), but I have one last project to go until I'm done talking about what I finished during them.

Before the games started, I finished this adorable pumpkin baby hat. Unfortunately, my camera decided to go crazy with the colors. I apologize if it makes anyone's eyes bleed.



Cute, right? Let's just hope I eventually meet a baby born in October or November.  Of course, I couldn't just leave it alone. I just had to make the bootees. That mandate was mostly because I still had more of the Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran and I just wanted it out of my stash.



So I whipped up another pair of Saartje's Bootees, this time with ortsandaughts' mods. It took me a while to understand her directions, but after a few times of ripping out, I finally figured it out.

I kind of want to knit these in my size. I can't get over how cute they are. This picture doesn't do them near enough justice, though the colors are a lot more closer to life than the one of the hat.

Now I have that Cinderella song stuck in my head. I might have to drag that movie out and watch it tonight. Now all I need to do is make a reversible carriage/pumpkin toy and I'll complete the set.

The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is one of those books that I felt obligated to read. It's on every SciFi list. Most of the CPAAGers love it. It glares at me from shelves of Barnes and Nobles.

In short, I was going to have to read it whether I liked it or not.

Thankfully, I liked it. No, actually I loved it! I first downloaded the ebook from my library, but very quickly discovered that the wonderful Stephen Fry narrated the audio version. As quick as I could, I traded versions, and then gleefully waited for the start of the Ravellenic Games. The anticipation was killing me. Not because all of these people loved the book, but because I got to listen to hours of Stephen Fry speaking. That man's voice is second only to Alan Rickman in my mind.

About five minutes in and I was completely hooked. I adored Arthur Dent. I liked Ford Prefect. I didn't quite enjoy Zap but I'll take what I can get. The concept was so interesting and well executed that I couldn't stop listening. It was a bit difficult to understand in some places (especially when it came to the Ultimate Question. I think that may have been because I was listening, rather than reading the page), but just how overwhelmingly funny it was more than made up for it.

I can not wait to read the next volume!

(4/5 stars)

Chocolate Chip Cookie Bars with Pretzel Crust

Wait, I'm actually writing about something that isn't knitting or cupcakes?! Shocking!



As delicious as cupcakes are, sometimes I want to branch out of the cake world. A few months ago, I decided what I really wanted was some chocolate chip cookies.

I hate baking cookies though. With all the scooping and waiting to cool and wire racks, it takes forever. So I went trolling through recipes and found a suitable substitute- chocolate chip cookie bars with a pretzel crust. Can you say "yum"?

Except, they weren't. Don't get me wrong, they weren't bad. The crust just didn't stick to the cookie,  and there was too much chocolate for my taste. Everyone else loved them. I wound up surrepticiously scraping all of the pretzel  crust off and gleefully eating it in the pantry. I think if I made it again, I'd actually reverse the order- I'd pop the crust on top so it had a better chance of staying on.

Actually, scratch that, I might as well just give it up and make the actual cookies.

To recap: not a bad recipe. They were suitably delicious, but not holy cow amazing. I'd recommend making them at least once!

A New Sort of Challenge

I know I haven't been the greatest at blogging recently. In part, it's adjusting to my new schedule. In part, it's that I haven't felt up to really writing- even if the only thing I write is a paragraph's worth of bad jokes. I have a  backlog of photos that I want to talk about, and I promise, eventually I'm going to get there. In fact, I think that next weekend I'll be dedicating an afternoon to writing up some of that backlog. In the meantime, accept this brief, ridiculously excited post.

I've been hit by the startitis bug. There's nothing that motivates me more when it comes to crafting and baking than a self-induced competition. Set me up against other people and I get wishy-washy. Tell me to compete against myself? Game ON. When the Ravellenics ended, I was pretty bummed. For one thing, I didn't finish that shawl. For another, it meant that race against time was over. I had nothing to be excited about when it came to competing. I didn't know of any other challenges that I could compete in apart from One Day a Week for UFOs (a group which, I admit, I kind of abandoned because I ran out of UFOs!), and Stash Knit Down (which I'm not really interested in competing. I'd actually prefer to increase my stash because I know I'll be facing the real financial world soon).

So yes. There was some significant moping when the Olympics ended. Thankfully, I also was listening to this great videocast called The Knit Girllls, which introduced me to my newest obsession: The Harry Potter Knit and Crochet House Cup. Yes, you read that right. I'm competing with others in a.. fictional challenge.
 
Okay, I admit it. I'm not the biggest Harry Potter fan. I loved the books when I was growing up. Then the fifth, sixth, and seventh books came out and I realized that frankly, J.K. Rowling, while a great kids/action/fantasy writer really wasn't great at all aspects of writing, and those books kind of ruined the series for me. Don't get me wrong- I read all the books. I still think it's an amazing series, and I'm so glad that I was introduced to them when I was... I just grew out of them. So when I first heard about this knitting and crochet group, I wasn't really that thrilled... and then I heard Laura continue to talk about it and explain and I was intrigued.

Okay, I was more than intrigued. I impatiently waited for the sorting to open and stuck my name in as soon as possible. I expected to be sorted into Ravenclaw or Slytherin (the two houses I self-identify with the most because the whole interacting-with-people thing? Not really my forte). Surprise, surprise! Instead it was Gryffindor!

Roooooar!

I understand where it came from (kind of). I'm very ambitious about my projects- stupidly so, see the aforementioned Ravellenics shawl- and that can be translated into bravery when it comes to setting goals for myself.

Regardless, I'm so happy to be participating in the cup. It's only two days in, and I'm already having so much fun! It's seriously started a bout of startitis in me that has yet to fade (if anything, I'm getting worse!)

So far, I've cast on for a lovely beaded shawl:



The photo does nothing to show off how gorgeous this yarn is in my Holden. It's going to count for my Flying lesson- it'll be awfully pointy!

Then today, I couldn't leave well enough alone, and cast on for another project.



These Seeta Mitts are for my sister, Jennifer, as well as counting for DADA. Hopefully they're bright enough to help identify her.

And that's it... For now. I suspect that by tomorrow another project will sneak onto my needles. I already have a few more projects assigned to different classes, but I'm afraid that if I cast on too many things, they won't all get done! So I'm trying to reign myself in.

Trying being the key word. 

Blood Rites AKA Jim Butcher's Personal Fantasy

Blood Rites made me seriously wonder if Jim Butcher has ever spoken to a female without her running screaming in the opposite direction.

No, seriously, I actually wondered.

This book took every criticism I had for the previous books, and made them a thousand times worse. Rampant sexism and one-dimensionality to female characters? Check. Gratuitously lecherous inner dialogue? Check. Unbelievable action scenes and save the day heroics? Check. Inability to write a conversation that sounds even one iota like something you'd overhear in real life? Check. Cliches at every turn? Check.

I could go on, but I won't. I knew I wasn't going to like this book as soon as the porn aspect was introduced. Not because I have any problems reading stories that center around that setting, but because I knew that Butcher was going to turn into a drooling hornball forcing Harry to live out his own fantasy involving oogling attractive women and being heroic. Ew.

I think the reason I might be so incredibly frustrated with this book mainly stems from the potential. Butcher has created a great concept, a great world, and a logical premise for magic. He really did a fantastic job with that. I just wish he could have handed the reins over and let someone else actually write the books. I admit, I like some of Dresden's one liners. They're cute and catchy- but they're also incredibly unbelievably. Throw one in during a conversation, but don't pepper each line with them!

Thinking about this book really frustrates me. I know, I just know that I can't stop with this one, I'm going to have to read until the end (or there's no doubt in my mind that Butcher is getting his rocks off with every single scene. I think it might have been every other scene in this book, but I digress). I keep hearing about how Butcher's writing gets better and better, and I'm beginning to suspect that really, the reader is getting more and more accustomed to his bad writing habits.

(1/5 stars)

Clearly I'm Optimistic

There's no other excuse for it. Either I'm batshit crazy (entirely possible), or I'm too optimistic for my own good. Remember how I was going to finish that shawl for the Ravellenic Games? Remember how I had a ball of 800 yards of lace weight yarn and beads?

I'm sure all of you saw it coming.



I clearly did not finish the shawl. In fact, I didn't even come close to finishing. I almost got finished with chart one, but I didn't even finish that. But hey, that's okay, the games are about challenging yourself, and honestly, getting it even on the needles was a challenge in itself.

Still, I thought certainly I would be finished before I had to move! I happily continued to knit, knit, and then move, and then keeping knitting.

And keep knitting.

And keep knitting. It's been almost a month since the Games ended. Finally, finally the end of this shawl is in sight. Am I anywhere near finishing?



Uh, no. I'm on row 13 out of 16 for the last chart, and I strongly suspect I'm at a billion stitches because it takes an hour to do one row- and not even the beading rows. I can't even imagine blocking it.  It'll take up my entire apartment because I can already tell it's huge. It's huge and heavy and fun to knit. I actually don't even mind that I have to look at charts to knit it. It's the power of beads I tell you. I am going to be so excited when it's done.

If I ever get there that is...

I Am Half Sick of Shadows

I just finished with I Am Half-Sick of Shadows , and it left me so incredibly sad. I've always been particularly empathetic to fictional worlds. Whether they exist in books, movies, or even commercials, I've found myself holding back sobs at some depiction of sadness or incredible happiness. I think that's one of the reasons I found such solace in books as a child. Whenever I was unhappy, or bored, I could just plant myself in the narrative of someone else- feel their emotions for a while. I think most voracious readers experience this. After a while, I had to learn to disengage myself. Often, if interrupted during a particularly intense scene, I tend to take out the emotions of the character- or the emotions I feel on behalf of the character- on those who surround me.

I've had to be wary of particularly depressing books for this reason. When faced with a work of fiction that isn't concluded happily, or has significant amount of sadness throughout the story, I tend to become melancholic for long periods of time. It's why I never saw P.S. I Love You, or read the novel. I can usually tell right off the bat which books are just going to make me miserable.

That's why this came as such a surprise. I expected a lighthearted mystery and adventure through the eyes of a precocious little girl. Instead, what I got was transported into an incredibly lonely childhood. I'm not sure what exactly made this book more sad than the others in the series. Perhaps it's the Christmas setting- a time normally reserved for fiction devoted to familial  togetherness and good cheer. Perhaps it was just that the actual murder mystery was rather lacking. The plot was rather thin, and clues were never really thrown in properly. Rather than a long, drawn out puzzle in which red herrings are eventually explained, and motives are really schemed at, you get a few scattered clues and a speedy end to the overall mystery (though I was left with quite a few unanswered questions- like what the hell the chauffer had to do with anything).

In any case, this book reminded me of the loneliest times of my childhood. In that respect, Alan Bradley did a wonderful job of creating an entirely believable girl. I could remember doing foolish things at that age, without thought of consequence (though never on the scale of setting off fireworks). I can remember trying to build inventions that would "catch" the tooth fairy. It also hit home that this little girl who has faced so much death and has missed out on so many potential friendships is my sister's age. An age of awkwardness and isolation that can only really be endured by having at least one good friend who is going through the same thing. Flavia lacks this. 

Perhaps another reason the depression resonated with me is because I'm still missing Monkey. While he at least has phone access at this point, it almost makes it harder. Feeling lonely has become a bit normal for me. At least, unlike Flavia, I do have friends, and this feeling will be over in less than two weeks.  

I think I'm going to have to at least start reading a happier book before I'm able to go to sleep tonight. The last thing I want to do is go to bed with that sort of depressing aura.

(3/5 stars)

Italian cream cupcakes

Yet another delicious cupcake! I seem to be on a roll with picking out delicious recipes!

This time, I ventured into a traditional area that I had never tried before. I had originally intended to make an Italian cream cake, but after some persuasion from my mother (who had to bring said dessert into work, and consequentially was all for portability), I decided to go back to my old standby.

One of these days I'm going to actually bake a real cake.



My only other experience with Italian cream cake was a frozen slice from the cafeteria my freshman year of college. Not exactly the most appealing treat. However, I knew that the cake had potential- I lve coconut, I love nuts, and most of all, I love cream cheese frosting.



Boy was I right! These cupcakes were delicious! They had the perfect ratio of nuts to cake, and the coconut was just right. Instead of leaving the frosting as is, I wound up dipping the cupcakes in some of the left over coconut flakes, which gave each cupcake the final touch it needed.

This definitely isn't my prettiest cake. The nuts prohibited me from using a frosting bag, and I didn't want to get too thick with the frosting, as I thought it might be overwhelming. It didn't matter though- between my mom's coworkers and my family, we wolfed down these cupcakes before anyone could take a good look!

The eventual bootees

Keeping with the theme of the results from the Ravellenic games, I submit to you my second medal winning FO!

I bought a bag of Cascade's Pima Tencel approximately a year and half ago, if not  more. I had originally intended to use up all those deliciously soft skeins in a sweater, but post February Lady, I still had more than a few skeins left. So I knit a mini February Lady, but I still had skeins leftover. Bootees would fix that lingering problem, right?



Fast forward over a year later. I still hadn't made those bootees. Talk about a challenge! That's what prompted me to throw these in for the competition: I just could not motivate myself to knit them!

I'm not sure what was stalling me out. When I eventually knit them, I discovered that the Saartje's Bootees weren't hard to knit. The pattern just flew by,  and it was  so interesting in terms of construction. I managed to finish them during two of my sister's volleyball lessons, earning quite a few stares from some of the kids there. I really do love this pattern and all of the different variations that people have made.

Unfortunately my intentions toward destashing didn't go so well; I still have quite a few more skeins of this yarn left over. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the rest! There's a definite limit as to what babies can wear!

The Eyre Affair

I hate to use the word unique, because honestly, it seems like that word has become over-used, but I'm at a loss for another appropriate word to describe The Eyre Affair. After some serious searching on GoodReads, I stumbled across the title and was delighted to see that it was available at my local library. Not as an audiobook, unfortunately (I'm beginning to suspect that one of my first indulgences post-graduation and steady employment will be an Audible account), but a paper copy.

As I've mentioned countless times before, once I started up knitting, I've been seriously disinclined to reading paper copies of books. E-Books are slightly more likely to be read, but for the most part, I stick to the audio version. It's just easier. Luckily, the library copy of the book was both hardcover an well read, so it lay flat on the table and I could happily knit away as I read it.

The spine was well used for a reason- the book was just what I was looking for! Jasper Ffore managed to weave a story incorporating some of my favorite literary themes. A dystopia/evil government, a plucky heroine, parallel universes, fabulous books, and a decent mystery. I absolutely adored it, and can't wait to read it again and again. In fact, I fully intend to rush to the library upon opening hour.

(5/5 stars)

Call Me Maybe?

Someone shared this on Ravelry the other day, and I can't help but crack up every time I watch it... And yes, there have been multiple times. I absolutely love the ones that totally get into it and sing along.



Of course, watching this video means I get the most earwormy song of the summer stuck in my head, but it's totally worth it!

Also: I'm moving tomorrow. Eek!

The first gold medal

It's time for a finished object- and my Ravellenic glory!



I finished my brompton after only about four days in a row in which I was utterly convinced that I was going to be done that day. Darn those button band and sleeves!

Just kidding. The entire project was absolutely lovely to knit, and I sped through it consequentially. The yarn was super soft, and it had decent stitch definition, and is a great neutral color. I can see myself wearing this over and over again.



Unfortunately, so could my mom. I had to literally wrestle it away from her. She was quite content  to wear it for all of eternity. And this is the woman who is never, ever, ever cold!

The pattern was really pretty, though there were some parts that I found incredibly confusing. I actually wound up ignoring the instructions for the sleeves and just picked up six stitches when I got to them because I just couldn't wrap my brain around what she was saying. It turned out lovely anyway, with no holes in the armpits.



I did do one modification- I didn't knit the cuffs flat. I knit half of one, decided I just didn't have it in me, and instead just switched to my size twos and knit in the round with no  increases. I made a button hole in the begining of the last repeat, finished both sleeves and weaved in  all the ends and sewed on all the buttons... and realized that the button holes are on the same side. So instead of them both being on the outside of my wrist, one is on the inside and one is on the outside.

BUT, it doesn't bother me in the slightest.



I can't decide whether I like the sleeves unrolled or cuffed better! Either way, I can't seem to keep this sweater off me, even though it's approximately 111 degrees out. I just can't get over the fact that I knit an entire sweater in a week and a half. Seriously. I am a  true knitting athlete.

Bookmarked for Death, or at Least a Bad Review

I am so disappointed by Bookmarked for Death. The first book promised an interesting setting, quirky side characters, and a great concept. The writing wasn't the best, but it was enjoyable enough to make me excited to see how the author grew as a writer in the rest of the series.
This book completely changed my opinion. The flaws of the first book seemed even worse in this novel. The main character is an absolute shell, as is her boyfriend. I can't think of any adjectives to describe either of them, apart from "perfect". She's generous, intelligent, thin, and a great boss. Apart from that? There was no spark of life in her. No soul to her. In a genre where likeable characters is imperative, the author really missed the mark.

The plot? Incredibly predictable. The minute the topic of food poisoning came up, I instantly knew who the killer was, so there was no fun in guessing. The "red herring" the author threw out there was incredibly unbelievable.

The ending was really what clinched my dislike. There was a sitcom-esque wrap up where everyone talked about how grateful they were for the main character. The only thing that was missing was a rousing chorus of "For She's a Jolly Good Fellow". I really don' think I'll be continuing this series- again the disappointment! I absolutely adore the concept, but the delivery is just too unreadable.


(1/5 stars)