The Legend of Tarzan (film review)

The Legend of Tarzan
Director: David Yates
1h 49min | Action, Adventure | 1 July 2016 

Tarzan, having acclimated to life in London, is called back to his former home in the jungle to investigate the activities at a mining encampment.

"They're singing The Legend of Tarzan.  He was thought to be an evil spirit, a ghost in the trees. No man ever started with less." - Jane Clayton

Last night I had the privilege of seeing an advance screening of The Legend of Tarzan. Now, without spoiling anything for you I'd like to share my thoughts. I really liked it. The film begins after what we might know as the story of Tarzan. It's been eight years since Tarzan, now John Clayton III met Jane in the jungle and since, he has been turned into a proper English Gentleman. He is striving so hard to fit into his new role, his new world, and to deny the place where it all began.

Life in England is dark, grey, dreary. The filmmakers did an incredible job of showing you just how grim The Clayton's new life was in contrast to the bright, sunny, hot as he points out, Africa he had left behind. Jane is desperate to return to the village where she grew up and where she first encountered John.

He doesn't get the chance to resist for long, as he is tricked into coming back to Africa with his wife and with Samuel L. Jackson ...eeer I mean George Washington Williams, as his companions. Dr Williams seemed to serve as the general comedic outsider. He was all of us, the American thinking he could handle life in the wild jungles of The Congo only to be harshly surprised when John, Jane and the Natives easy out run him. I loved seeing the exchange between human Tarzan/John and the animals of the jungle in a realistic manner. There was no ridiculousness of talking animals, everything was communicated through body language, and inherit respect and understanding.

The story also explores the very horrific and real occupation of the Congo by King Leopold II of the Belgians. The story revolves around his army's invasion, his search for wealth in the Congo lands and his enslavement of the Congolese people to build their railroads and cities. It was interesting and nice to see that such a legend be so intricately intertwined with history.

Alexanders Skarsgard was the epitome of this character. From the build of a man who had spent his life climbing trees and swinging on ropes to the British accent he refined and the awkward way he wears his royal clothes. He begins as the ultimate pretender, trying to fit in where he doesn't belong and we gradually see him find a balance between who he was, and who he has become.

I definitely recommend seeing it. It's the perfection balance between a historical film and an action adventure film.

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The Mermaid and the Treasure of the Bay
(La Sirena #1)
by A. Algeri 
Release Date: 08/20/15
246 pages

"The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay" is the first adventure of Brinn, a young woman who had recently returned to her homeland, Nyar Kaad, after years of being away.

For her mother and sister it’s only supposed to be an episodic stay, because their intention is to return to the capital, Adaria, held by both aristocrats, by then, to be their home. Brinn, however, isn’t interested in living in the golden cage of high society and aspires to a different existence, that will push her to oppose the decisions of her family and to pursue a destiny according to her own wishes.

The accidental discovery of what looks like a map to hidden treasure, buried in Nyar Kaad, according to tradition, by pirates once dwelling in the settlement, will push her to search for the hidden riches- an undertaking that the protagonist will face courageously, at the cost of challenging her fears, the rigid social conventions, and more literal dangers to her person, venturing on a journey into the local legends and the past of her own family, until reaching an unexpected epilogue.

Set to Isara, a fantasy world inspired by the period between the seventeenth and the first decades of the nineteenth centuries, "The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay" is a journey full of mystery in the universe where real and supernatural coexist intersecting in a subtle and insidious way, a world divided between palaces and largely unexplored expanses, an opulent capital and boundless oceans.

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I wished that every day was like the ones before, going back to my childhood; outwardly it was as if nothing had changed: in those hopelessly far away years, in the morning after dressing as fast as possible, I ran to my parents to ask my father to take me on a long walk on the beach and then to dive into the weak but deep blue-green warm waters of the bay. With  the  passing  of  time,  for  my  mother  it  how  much  I  liked  living  in  Nyar  Kaad  had  become intolerable,  the  place  were  my  family  came  from,  even  if  we  were,  at  least  in  part,  remotely originally descended from the north of the Empire. I loved the place where I was born so much that I was never able to consider our house in the far away capital where moved in the following years, as  my  home. I harbored wonderful  memories  from  my childhood of  long happy  years, as can only exist in memories. Naturally,  the  summer  couldn't  last  forever:  by  the  time  I was  a  young  girl,  my  parents  had announced our imminent departure from Nyar Kaad to move to the capital. Mom had started talking to me about the important people we would have to meet once we reached Adaria, of the balls and the  numerous  events  that  were obligatory  for  whoever  wanted  to  become  part  of  high  society  and maybe, if we met the right people, how we might be able to be received at court. At  the  time  I  was  too  little  to  fully  comprehend  the  social  implications  of  these  events  and  I associated  them  only  with  those  evenings  in  which  my  parents didn't  stay  home  and  my  sister Jennifer and I would be left with the nanny, excluding those rare occasions when we had to go with mom  while  she  and  her  various  friends  and  acquaintances  would  talk  for  hours  about  predictable and  uninteresting  topics.  I,  along  with  the  occasional,  and  according  to  me,  unfortunate  children, was forced to pass entire afternoons sitting on a sofa without practically opening my mouth. I never wanted to leave Nyar Kaad, but my departure never depended on my consent: one rainy day at the end of the summer, when the social season of the small town had been concluded with the ending  of  the  vacations  of  the  rich  settlers  of  the  nearby  Narim,  our  departure  for  Adaria  was decided  upon  and  we  abandoned,  that  at the  time  I  believed  was forever,  the  white  beaches  of  the province of Salaara. For a young girl even a few months can seem like an eternity and our return to our hometown at the time no longer seemed possible. I  remember  painfully  abandoning  the  Dawn's  Light, our  estate, the  following  trip  and  when,  at the  moment  of  disembarkation  going  down  the  gangplank  that  connected  the  ship  to  the  dock,  I found  the  cold  autumn  of  the  northern  regions,  waiting with  its  freezing  grip  ready  to  enclose  my heart,  revealing  to  me  a  nature  that  had  become  a  mirror  of  how  I  felt  in  my  soul.  A  cold  that whispered to me about how I had been separated possibly forever from the sun and the green waters of  the  Nahanshe  sea,  whose  voice,  as  if  far  away,  still  called  me. “Brinn”,  it  repeated,  as  if  it  was saying my name. Each  day  I  waited  for  the  much  desired  return  to  the  ocean shores,  whose  call  you  could  hear, scarcely whispered along the shores of the Nalach: only the seagulls, that I glimpsed sometimes  in the  hottest  days  of  the  brief  northern  summer,  told  me  of  the  far  away  estuary  where  large  river flowed into the sea. I repeated to myself that I wanted to see again one day the shores of the Nahanshe Sea and when that moment arrived that I wouldn't leave again: I kept waiting for that day in the depths of my heart  without letting anything undermine this certainty or suffocate this dream. 

My  return  to  the  ocean  shores  was  a  wish  that  remained  unchanged  in  me  despite  the  natural succession  of  the  years:  I  always  refused  to  bury  my  dreams  underneath  my  immediate  needs, believed by other necessary or set them aside after giving up, coming to consider them impossible. I would never have accepted discovering one day that all my aspirations had been extinguished by an existence lost in a myriad of empty mundane gestures after being forced to turn down a path able to deaden  forever  the  light that  had  illuminated  my  heart  and to be  destined  to  a  dusty  series  of  days one  identical to the other. At that point I would  have only been able to realize  how much time  had passed and what I had given up; I would have only been aware of an unfulfilled happiness in a past relegated to a far off time. I  wasn't  willing  to  accept  a  similar  future:  returning  to  Nyar  Kaad  had  always  been  my  dream, jealously  hidden  in  me,  that  I  could  see  every  time  I  closed  my  eyes-  immobile  and  perfect,  a moment  frozen  in  the  eternal  and  inconstant  waves  of  time;  the  house  on  the  sea,  the  very  white sand, the waves that died on the shoreline, the breeze blowing off the sea every  morning. And  yet, as with every wish  no  matter how much I wished to go back to the bay and the ocean and hear  its voice  again  with  all  my  heart,  this  dream  seemed  to  me,  or  least  I  believed  so,  destined  to  never happen.

A. Algeri is the author of "The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay", his first published novel. He began writing while he was a teenager, setting most of his stories in the world of Isara, a fantasy universe of his own creation.

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The Selection (Review)

The Selection
By Kiera Cass
336 pages | April 24th 2012 | HarperTeen


For thirty-five girls, the Selection is the chance of a lifetime. The opportunity to escape the life laid out for them since birth. To be swept up in a world of glittering gowns and priceless jewels. To live in a palace and compete for the heart of gorgeous Prince Maxon.

But for America Singer, being Selected is a nightmare. It means turning her back on her secret love with Aspen, who is a caste below her. Leaving her home to enter a fierce competition for a crown she doesn't want. Living in a palace that is constantly threatened by violent rebel attacks.

Then America meets Prince Maxon. Gradually, she starts to question all the plans she's made for herself—and realizes that the life she's always dreamed of may not compare to a future she never imagined.

I really wanted to like this book, I did. I heard about it all over the place and people were telling me how great it was, how much I would enjoy it. So I bought the book. I was only a couple chapters through when I couldn’t even handle it. So I stopped reading. Figuring it might be easier to listen, I then downloaded the Audible book when it was on sale and began listening to the book.

I should have stuck to reading it because the bad dialogue was made only worse by a really monotone, uninteresting narrator. The concept was cool. Initially I knew it was going to be like The Bachelor but I figured it would be cool because of the Royal addition and this caste system. It wasn’t that cool, in fact the caste system did nothing but confuse me at first when they were just referring to everybody by numbers before even explaining what that meant. 

I hated the protagonist from the beginning. She is not consistent, she knows she’s pretty but then pretends she’d not. She knows she’s talent but then devalues herself. She likes a boyfriend who’s just about as inconsistent as she is. He breaks with her for providing for him, and then gets mad when she gets attention from someone else. I didn’t feel… the romance there. They were supposed to be madly in love and I just felt like she didn’t have emotion and he was just angry and proud all the time. 

Here’s something that drove me absolutely mental. A major Monarchy terms error. They are constantly referring to The Prince as ‘Your Majesty’ when in reality that is a term that’s only used for a ruling monarch. A Prince and or Princess would be ‘His Royal Highness’ or ‘Her Royal Highness’ more correctly he would have been referred to as ‘Your Highness’ only the Queen or King of a country would be titled ‘Her/His/Your Majesty’.  

It’s a completely unforgivable, incorrect usage.  If you’re going to create your own titles it would be one thing, but to misuse existing titles is simply lazy research. 

I’m not a hard reader to please but things like that can turn an opinion quick. Over I didn’t feel the pull of the tale. I was literally beginning the narrator to just stop reading, instead of being intrigued for what was going to happen next. Now, normally I would probably just blame this on the narration except when I picked up the book again to try myself… I felt the same. I had no emotional investment in  America’s story, and could have given less of a damn how it ended up. 

I cannot recommend this series personally but I know that there are obviously a great deal of people who did not feel the same so I ask you to read reviews and judge for yourself. 

I am a graduate of Radford University with a B.S. in History. I grew up in South Carolina and currently live in Christiansburg, Virginia with my electrical engineer hubby, car-obsessed son, and princess-loving daughter. I'm a #1 New York Times bestseller, woohoo! I'm also a valued customer at my local cupcake shop.

The Last Gatekeeper (Review)

The Last Gatekeeper
By Katy Haye
232 pages | November 14th 2014 | CreateSpace 

Two worlds. One queen determined to rule both. And one teen girl who stands in her way.

Zanzibar MacKenzie knows she’s a freak. She has EHS – electrical hypersensitivity – which leaves her trying to live a Stone Age life in the twenty-first century: no internet, no phone, no point really. 

On her seventeenth birthday she discovers the truth: she can’t stand electricity because she’s half-fae, and her mixed-blood makes her the only person on Earth able to control the gates that link the fae and human worlds.

With the help of Thanriel, an angel charged with keeping the worlds in balance, and Cal, an exiled fae, Zan – the girl who can’t flip a light switch – must now learn to control the elemental powers she never knew she had in order to defeat a queen bent on destruction.

Seventeen year old Zan lives an isolated life. She and her mother suffer from the same condition where anything electrical makes them ill. This is what leads to their lifestyle. No lights, no computers, no Netflix! The horror.

It was a very fast paced book, which I like. Being sucked into a book right away and breezing through it is always much easier than having to suffer your way through until you appreciate the story. It did feel, at times as thought it were moving too quickly. Only because I had trouble really appreciating, or relating to the protagonist until closer to the end of the book.

The beginning felt a little difficult to read, some of the way things were worded, I had to read through a couple of times. It didn't always feel like a natural teenage flow. I also felt like I was getting a lot of information really quickly, things that probably could have been spaced out throughout the rest of the book.

When a stranger knocks on Zan's door, her life takes a huge turn. Thrust from her life of isolation she finds herself smack in the middle of a Fantasy world. Angels, fairies, mysterious beings.

Over all, I really enjoyed this book and the creativeness of the story. It didn't take long to get invested in what was going to happen and the book left me wanting to read more of this universe. If you like true fantasy, with a hint of an urban twist I definitely recommend this book!

I was gifted a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review and feature on the blog.

His dark hair fell in spiky disarray into eyes so dark they looked black. His skin was pale, almost luminous. He looked like he should be in a poster on my friend Em’s wall, not standing in my doorway.

His hair glinted in the rising moonlight, the colour of lacquered mahogany, dark against his pale skin. I breathed in. He smelled like he’d been outside all day. He smelled like the air during a rainstorm. My pulse picked up.

I spent most of my childhood and adolescence lost in a good book. Even now, and given the tedious necessity to earn a living in order to eat, I spend as much time as possible running around either my own or someone else’s imaginary world.

I’m fascinated by what makes books work – what makes a story so vivid the words themselves melt away and I’m living the character’s life with them?

I’ll be pondering (and very probably ranting) about the nuts and bolts of a good story on my Add More Narrativium blog – please join in.

Bound (Book Blitz)

Release Date: 10/19/15

Bound by Vengeance.

Sadie has found the resolve to fight the man who caused so much pain in her life. Her tentative alliance with the HCA underground gives her the resources to train both her body and Talent for when she comes face to face with her grandfather.

Bound by Loss.

Being separated from her friends at St Vincent’s is harder than she could have ever realized and it doesn’t help that Kian has withdrawn from her as well. With help from a new friend, Sadie uncovers more about her past and that someone close to her has been keeping secrets from Sadie her entire life.

Bound by Fear.

Tragedy strikes close to home, giving a longstanding enemy, one desperate and willing to do anything to have Sadie on their side, an opportunity to arise. Allies and friends come together to stand against evil, but at a terrible cost. Sadie’s history and future collide while the world is thrown into chaos.

Sadie must overcome or forever be Bound. 

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I sniffled and uncurled my body. “You’re right.” My voice was scratchy from crying, but I was sure my face expressed that I wouldn’t continue this conversation. My response was the only concession I was allowing Kian because I wasn’t ready to go into our old argument. There was too much for me to think about. “I’m ready to visit my friends.” I stood and stretched out my sore muscles. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror above my dresser. Greasy strands of white hair were clumped together and hanging lifelessly around my dirt smeared face. It looked as if someone had attempted to wipe my face clean in a hurry, but didn’t get a chance to finish. If the reflection of my face was any indication, I dreaded looking at the rest of my body, but curiosity won. I looked down and gasped. Partially healed lacerations and yellowing bruises coated my arms at irregular intervals. My white shirt was torn, exposing more of my body than I felt comfortable with, but underneath the slashes were angry red wounds that were mostly healed. 

My gaze traveled further down, and at the sight of my leg, my hands covered my mouth in shock. The pant leg was sliced above the knee, cut with scissors, I assumed, due to the clean lines. Pants be dammed, it was the green and purple bruises in the exact shape and size of the chains that Link had worn around his body that drew my attention. A vision of the fight came forward and I remembered the chain he had wrapped around my leg in order to stop me. “I look...”“Like you survived a tough fight,” Kian answered for me.

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Hello! Donnielle here. I’m a new indie young adult author. When I’m not writing, I spend my time reading, binge watching Netflix, homeschooling my two children, and hanging out with my husband.

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Me Before You (Review)

Me Before You
By JoJo Moyes
369 pages | December 31st 2012 | Pamela Dorman Books

Lou Clark knows lots of things. She knows how many footsteps there are between the bus stop and home. She knows she likes working in The Buttered Bun tea shop and she knows she might not love her boyfriend Patrick.

What Lou doesn't know is she's about to lose her job or that knowing what's coming is what keeps her sane.

Will Traynor knows his motorcycle accident took away his desire to live. He knows everything feels very small and rather joyless now and he knows exactly how he's going to put a stop to that.

What Will doesn't know is that Lou is about to burst into his world in a riot of colour. And neither of them knows they're going to change the other for all time.

I will start off with the honest confession that I only heard of this book, and wanted to read it because of the film trailer. I loved the actors they chose and from the trailer it looks to be a heartwarming story. I've seen the film now and can advise the film is, strangely (and rarely) must better than the book. Why? It's quite simple.

Louisa Clark is a small town girl who has deceived herself into believing she's perfectly content with her life. It isn't until she gets a job as the caretaker for Will Traynor that she suddenly begins to realize all the sorts of things she has been missing out on. The character development in this book was basically non-existent. Lou doesn't really have a gradual change at any one point, and the only reason she begins to make the tough decisions is because she's basically forced to by the other people in her life. 

I loved the bones of the story. The banter between Lou and Will, the way their relationship develops over time. It was a good tale, with some obviously questionable choices. The majority of the book is told from Lou's perspective. Her family and her boyfriend in her eyes, are quite awful...which begs the question, why is she still around? I get that she has terrible self-esteem but the truth is, as a person with terrible self-esteem, you often convince yourself the opposite of what everyone else can see. 

i.e I know your boyfriend is a jerk, but you convince yourself otherwise because you don't think you can do any better. 

Apparently Lou knows just how awful Patrick is... she just doesn't care. She also has just sat by her entire life and let her family put her down so drastically? I found it really hard to believe that a first born child (who usually gets the majority of the responsibility, lets be honest) would ever be made inferior to their younger sibling intentionally. Lou's obvious awareness of how terrible the people in her life are aside, you're sort of led to believe this is just her misconception of them Until you get to see the story from their points of view and you realize... no, they really are this terrible, huh. 

My biggest issue was that the alternative POVs seemed relatively pointless. We don't really need to know what Trina, or Nathan or Mr. Traynor are thinking.  What I might have liked to know was what Will was thinking. In all of this we only get to see what others think of him, about him, what they think he MUST be thinking. We never actually get to see what he WAS thinking.

It felt a little ironic since the whole book he complains about people making decisions for him, and doing things without asking him. Then we never get to hear his side. It seemed strange. 

Over all, it was a decent story, and I enjoyed the read. I however, enjoyed the movie more because the characters were a little...less unbearable? All their dislikable qualities in the book seemed to be toned down a lot of the clutter in the story had been slimmed to the point. They were certain things they left out that I would have liked to see but overall I enjoyed it much more. 

Jojo Moyes is a British novelist.

Moyes studied at Royal Holloway, University of London. She won a bursary financed by The Independent newspaper to study journalism at City University and subsequently worked for The Independent for 10 years. In 2001 she became a full time novelist. 

Moyes' novel Foreign Fruit won the Romantic Novelists' Association (RNA) Romantic Novel of the Year in 2004.

She is married to journalist Charles Arthur and has three children.

Obsidian (Review)

Obsidian (The Dragon Kings #1)
By Kimberly Loth
200 Pages | February 17th, 2016

Aspen Winters’s whole world is about to change . . .

Seventeen year old Aspen is a skydiving, rock climbing, adrenaline junky who is fascinated by the dragons living in Yellowstone Park. And no human had ever gotten close enough to even touch one, let alone study them.
For her, the dragons are a way to escape a painful past and avoid getting too close to anyone. But after meeting the hot new guy at school, Obsidian “Sid” King, Aspen feels strangely drawn to the mysterious boy, even though she doesn’t trust him. Yet he’s the one person that shares her obsession with all things dragon.

Not only is Sid not human, he’s a seriously hot dragon in human form. But not just any dragon—he’s destined to become the next king. Yet when Aspen stumbles into his life, he finds himself tempted to break all the rules just to be with her.

While most people fear and avoid the national parks because of the resident dragons, Aspen spends most of her free time searching for them and getting the rare photo. But when people start dying in the park, every one suspects the dragons. Now the life of every dragon in existence is threatened unless Aspen can prove their innocence.

As the Sid and Aspen uncover a sinister plot to destroy the tenacious peace between humans and dragons, it becomes increasingly difficult for Sid to ignore his feelings for Aspen … even if it means forsaking not only his crown, but also his life.

Aspen lives her life on the edge, not to mention her love for a notoriously dangerous species, Dragons. Set in modern day North America Aspen lives in your average teenage life. There are mobiles, computers, television... and Dragons? Yeah that's where things got a little curious. I love the concept of this world, the fact that Dragons have always existed within our modern day society, and how we have adapted our world around them.

Except that we don't really get an explanation of how we adapted around them, where they came from, why they still exist. Nothing. Basically we get some dragons dropped in and are expected to figure it out ourselves. I love a good imagination but I love a better explanation even more. It felt strange that people didn't really understand these creatures and yet left them alone. I couldn't help imaging large game hunts people trying to destroy them or capture them. Because unfortunately we live in a world where often times people destroy, or at least attempt to destroy, what they fear or do not understand.

This was a very short, quick read and while it certainly had it's gem moments, I found it lacking strength. The romance was fast, too fast and Obsidian began to come off like an stalkerish sort when Aspen was clearly not interested. Personally I don't like kind of approach.

This book is promising to a series, a nice little hook and I will certainly pick up the next one to see where it leads. If you like Urban Fantasy, and Dragons, I've give this book a shot, it's a short read.

Travis Springs usually didn’t hike in the national parks. He preferred his mountains dragon free, thank you very much, but his buddies told him this hike was safe and worth the risk.

Everyone knew the best hikes were in the national parks, and Travis figured he’d have to get over his aversion to dragons if he was going to be serious about climbing mountains.

The scenery was breathtaking. The valley below him shimmered in greens and yellows. Not to mention the mist that rose from the steam vents covering the entire Yellowstone floor.

He stopped to take a drink. According to the map, he was a quarter of a mile from the top. This was one of the smaller mountains, and so it had to be safe. It was rumored that the dragons in Yellowstone typically didn’t come down from the very top of the tallest peaks.

Travis looked up and saw a gold speck high in the sky. He shivered and watched the path as he walked and went over in his head the words he read and heard over the last few weeks. Dragons didn’t eat people. There were no documented cases. His fear was irrational, but then again most fears were.
He concentrated on the ground and climbed up the rocky terrain. After about twenty minutes, he finally made it to the top.

Travis refused to look up at the sky and surveyed the valley below him. In the distance a herd of buffalo grazed in the plains. He took a few deep breaths and felt his fear subside. He’d been silly.
He took a chance and peeked at the sky. The speck looked closer, and his stomach clenched. But then he reminded himself that because he reached the top, the speck would obviously be closer.
Travis’s hands shook as he took a drink of his water. He convinced himself that he’d spend fifteen minutes or so and then head back down. But he didn’t waste all day climbing to the top, just to race to the bottom.

Travis dug in his bag and found his camera.

The air around him suddenly felt ten degrees warmer. Sweat beaded on Travis’s forehead. A hot wind whooshed from above him. He clutched at his camera and looked up.

The golden underbelly of the dragon was only about ten feet above him, flying over him quickly. The thing had to be a hundred feet long from snout to the tip of his tail. Travis felt his jeans go wet. If he lived to tell this tale, he’d leave out that detail. He reminded himself to breathe.

As fast as it had come, it was gone. Travis couldn’t move. He watched the dragon turn and head back toward him. Travis clutched the camera and took a picture as the dragon opened its wide mouth. Its teeth were three feet long and wicked sharp.

Seconds before the jaws clamped down on him, he dropped the camera. The air from the dragon’s throat blistered his skin, but it didn’t spew fire. Travis’s final thought was, “What a horrible way to die.”

As the dragon flew away, thoroughly pleased with his meal, he didn’t realize he left behind not one, but two souvenirs. The camera.

And a foot.

Kimberly Loth can’t decide where she wants to settle down. She’s lived in Michigan, Illinois, Missouri, Utah, California, Oregon, and South Carolina. She finally decided to make the leap and leave the U.S. behind for a few years. Currently, she lives in Cairo, Egypt with her husband and two kids. 

She is a high school math teacher by day (please don’t hold that against her) and YA author by night. She loves romantic movies, chocolate, roses, and crazy adventures. Kissed is her first novel.