My Tale of Woe- Boys and Their Ridiculous Crushing

        Alright! Hey guys, and welcome back to my blog posts! I was hoping for more posts, but I'm so busy... Anyways!

       *Strums harp* Welcome to Dawn Dagger's Tales of Woe! Today I shall tell you of stupid boys crushing on me. I've been asked out before- once by this guy I saw more of as a brother in school than a crush, and then this sorta cute kid. And I had these two boys fight about making me an origami box once, but this seriously tops all.
       In seventh grade there was this boy- he was really tall, played the tuba, and was pretty thick, more in muscular way than in a fat way. He was an eighth grader and I called him Polar Bear. So, we'll call him Polar Bear. There was this other stupid kid that had bad breath and was pretty stupid, so we'll call him Derpy.
       One day I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from school when we started talking about crazy things. We went on the topic of dating or something (I'm not allowed to date, BTW), and Polar Bear asked if I had to date either him or Derpy, which I would. I, of course, said Polar Bear.
       Stupidest. Mistake. Of. My. Life.
       So, I'm pretty sure I had a crush on Polar Bear once in my life, but that is besides the point. I can't even remember. Anyways, summer came and everything was great.
       I thought.
       One day my mom looks out the window and goes, "Hey, Dawn, isn't that your friend?" Sure enough, it was Polar Bear, but I thought nothing of it. He was riding past on his bicycle. He kept doing it. Like, somehow he got our address and multiple times a week was riding past my house? So, I was a little bit weirded out, but forgot about it.
       Well, then he kept knocking on our door. See, I have a thing were I'm a little less prone to talk to school friends when I'm not at school, so I never talked to him. It got to the point were all my siblings and I HID when he came over.
       I manage to get through the summer, and I think he eventually gives up. Well, sometime during eighth grade year I'm going through my google docs, and I find a doc titled Hello Dawn. I thought perhaps it was a letter-to-self thing I forgot, but here's what it said (I'm rereading it as I post it and it's freaking me out again):
     
2015 July 5, 1:43 a.m.

Dawn,

Hello, it's been a long time I guess. If you didn't  see me during the Summer, that means I have failed what I was trying to do. I got to meet your dad! But that isn't what I wanted to say. Dawn I like you, you are smart, beautiful, and all around amazing.

I have a gut feeling that your father does not like me, and in all honesty, he scares me. I have recently gone mad trying to find ways to see you, thinking of some of the craziest plans. Does my mom still have contact with yours? I don't know either, but that is one thing I am going to ask tomorrow. I hope I can show up on your birthday just to place a present at your front door. August 11th right?

Sweet, right? No.

It was, like, beyond creepy. Like, the compliments are making me blush, but when I read this I nearly threw up. I was so freaked out, and I hadn't read it until the middle of summer. I mean, c'mon, he DATED and PUT THE TIME on the flipping thing! I'm serious, my dad did not like him. I mean, for real, if you're a creepy stalker you think her dad is going to be pretty mad?

So, I get to school and don't see him because he moved on to the high school. Everything was great! Now, I know he dated practically every girl in the band, but this was different because he just didn't give up, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Alright, so one day I found this small, little cylinder about the size of my middle finger. It was about as big as my middle finger as well, and was purple. It was a mini/to-go bottle of perfume. My favorite scent too. It was Japanese Cherry Blossom. Like, I have never told anyone it was my favorite scent, but still (I'm actually wearing it). I asked every single person in my house, and all my friends that had been to my house, and they had no idea where it came from.

Do you think it was from Polar Bear? I'm really starting to think so.

Anyways, back to school. Everything was great. Then one day I say him in the hall, and forgot all about the note. I said 'Hi' to him and high fived him on the way to the bus. He held my hand for a second to long, and as I walked away he called, 'I love you!' I called back he was crazy, then realized he meant.

I have been avoiding him at all costs, and every time he sees me he just breaks into this smile.

(This is the longest blog post I've written!)

That is my tale of woe, what do you all think? Did you laugh your head off? I hope so. And it isn't cute or sweet, it is seriously creepy. Until next time-

BYE!

SCHOOL'S OUT!! (and beta reading opportunity)

School's out, summer's here, and I'm READING MY HEART OUT!

Now that school's out, I'm going to be posting a book review once or twice a month as I read like a crazy person. I'll also be really pushing my stories, so I'll post updates, chapters, sneak previews, and all those other things!

Any book suggestions? What should I read?

ALSO, I'm trying to get a book published, so you'd like to beta read, also comment below! Any suggestions for talking to agents?

This is gonna be a fun summer! SEEYA SOON!

Book Review: misery loves company- Rene Gutteridge

Misery loves company

Rene Gutteridge

(I’m rewriting the back, because it was somewhat inaccurate.) Jules Belleno hardly leaves the house- not since her husband died on his police duties. Her contact to the outside world is through half-hearted Facebook posts and her blog, which she updates once a month- reviewing her favorite author’s books.

Then she wakes up, staring at her own words on the ceiling. Don’t tell me it’s terrifying, terrify me. And it’s not a threat. It’s a promise.

It’s kinda funny- as I sit here, writing a blog on a book whilst drinking coffee- because this story is about a book reviewer who blogs, and usually drinks coffee while doing so!

I don’t often read mystery. I mean, I have read a hundred Nancy Drew books and own… 12 and the diary thing, and don’t get me wrong- I absolutely LOVE mystery… I just don’t read it for who knows why. I watch Sherlock and love the game Clue, but my reading is more reserved to Fantasy… I guess. (I really don’t know why I don’t read mystery books…)

Anyways! I don’t read adult books much either (because of possible content), and I’ve never read an inspirational. So… My mom gets an inspirational mystery book that’s an adult book and it’s one of the best books I have ever read in my life!

Because that’s how things work.

Jules Belleno is reclusive- for good reasons too. Her husband was shot to death on police duties, and her father is a drunk. So, she hides herself from the pain and from others, writing blog reviews. Her father constantly pressures her to write something for real- but she shrugs him off.

Her favorite author is Patrick Reagan. He’s always captured her and has been her friend through books forever. Her blog is ultra popular because she has reviewed his books, and he has always been the most amazing person ever to her. Buuuuut, his stories as of late are lacking. Don’t tell me it’s terrifying. She says in her blog. Terrify me.

Those dreaded words become a promise when she wakes up in his no-one-knows-and-everyone-has-tried-to-find-winter-recluse-cabin with those very same words painted on the ceiling. He assures her he intends too, and will teach her something she needs to learn.

Chris Downey was Jason’s (Jules’ husband’s) best friend. He is simple, single, and doesn’t have anything to do but his police job. Suddenly, Jules is gone. He’s been distant because of pain, but now he’s determined to find her at any cost- to finally keep his promise to Jason. He’d protect her.

Chris breaks the rules, sneaks around, and does everything he can to find Jules, struggling with his uppers and inner demons.

As Jules stays with Patrick, she begins to learn him. To understand him. He’s a little crazy- he speaks in riddles sometimes, he shouts, he goes quiet. You don’t light a fire in the fireplace, you have to look deeper in the story, no social media.

Chris, on the hunt for Jules, begins to find out there was more to Jason’s death than he or she ever knew. He doesn’t know who to trust, who to ask, or where to go.

Both of their wills, their faith, and everything they’ve thought they’ve known will change.

A writer. A blogger. A policeman. A boat. (That honestly sounds like a Twenty One Pilots song title, :P)

For the first book I’ve read by this author, I must say I want to meet her. Misery loves company is one of my new absolute favorite books. I want to own it and prize it on a shelf in a plaque. It deserves some sort of award. It should be shouted across the rooftops and on display.

The story is never dull, always gripping and holding you tight. It never lags, never reaches it’s “chapter 17” (read to understand ;). So I looked to see if there was a chapter 17, and they talk about the “chapter 17” in chapter 17. ) and will make you feel. When you think you know something, there’s something deeper. It will make you want to scream just to release all the feels building up inside your chest. The book is a fountain of writing tips and teaches you and makes you think. You’ll sit there, shaking the book, internally screaming ‘no, don’t cry, everything’s okay!!!’ You learn to care about every character and love them unconditionally.

The book is in 3rd limited of Chris and Jules. It’s set in modern time Maine. The story is 338 pages of pure life itself. It has no curse words, no sexual innuendos, and nothing cringe worthy. My mom read the book, if it makes you understand me.

I would recommend this book to anyone. It’s clever, it’s deep, it’s a mystery, and it’s a must read for any book collection.

I just can’t say enough about it, so please, please check it out, and comment below how you liked it!

Ta-ta for now, my buddies!