5 Women’s Fiction books I recommend on International Women’s Day

Happy Women’s Day!!

I have grown to love women’s fiction since last year because books in this genre feels so relatable and realistic. Through these stories we know someone out there must have gone through the same situation and their strength and courage inspires and motivates us to get out of any life situation we feel we never come out of, be it family issue, relationship and married life crisis or love, betrayal, dream, passion… you name it. This genre makes me feel more uplifting than any other genres.

So, on this International Women’s Day, I would like to recommend 5 women’s fiction books you can enjoy that can inspire and motivate all wonderful women out there. I’m sure there are lot many books in this genre but these are from the book I have read.

Here is the list of my personal favorites, in no particular order.

How to Walk Away by Katherine Center — (Review) ★★★★★

This was my most favorite novel I read in 2018. It deals with recovery from accident that caused main character Margaret everything, a job, fiance and her dream. It was about the courage, hope, and love. About how to move on in life after losing everything, walk through darkness towards light and joy, how to walk away of grief, grudge and things that are holding you back from being happy. It was utterly motivating, uplifting, and inspiring book that you should read at least once in life.

The Things We Need to Say by Rachel Burton — (Review) ★★★★★

This book was about main characters’ struggle in married life, coping with recurrent miscarriages, how communication gap and lack of expressing feelings to each other created biggest crack in their life and how they need to say things to each other to save their marriage. It was about about hope, faith, being yourself in relationship, and finding happiness within yourself. It was heart-touching, inspiring and emotional story of Fran and Will.

Husbands and Other Sharp Objects by Marilyn Simon Rothstein — (Review) ★★★★★

I reviewed this book on women’s day last year and I’m mentioning it this year as well. This Marcy story who grows in a real sense almost at the end of her middle age by getting control of your own life, being independent after almost 30 years of marriage, and coming out of ex-husband’s shadow. It’s about her life, family, love, and friendship. It was refreshing, hilarious, entertaining, dramatic, fast paced, clean romance, and relatable relationships with quirky and witty characters.

The Holiday Cruise by Victoria Cooke — (Review) ★★★★★

It was lovely story about Hanna who found her youth and true meaning of life after finding about her husband’s betrayal. The book was about self-discovery, living life free and fully, getting over the betrayal and finding love at least expected time and place. It was light-hearted, entertaining, sweet romantic holiday read.

Finding Joy by Morven-May MacCallum — (Review) ★★★★★

Finding Joy was fictional memoir about Joyce suffering from Lyme disease written by author who fought this illness herself for almost 10 years and wrote with purpose of raising awareness. This book was raw, direct, honest and poignant account of the disease from perspective of patient, her relative, and friend. It was truly inspiring, showing strength and courage of character that can motivate all readers.

This is my most preferable genre after mythic fantasies these days and I wish to read more books, so feel free to recommend your favorites as well.
Do you love this genre?
Which women’s fictions do you recommend on this special day?
Have you read any of this book or going to add it to your TBR?

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It’s Monday! What Are You Reading?’ is a place to meet up and share what you have been, are and about to be reading over the week.  It’s a great post to organise yourself. This meme started with J Kaye’s Blog and then was taken up by Sheila from Book Journey. Sheila then passed it on to Kathryn at the Book Date.

Happy Monday Book Lovers! Last Monday, I thought I would read one of the NetGalley book and finish kill code but instead I continued Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and finished 60% kill code by Clive Fleury.

Last week I read-

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Review will be up tomorrow.

Currently reading-

This I will complete today and review will be up tomorrow or maybe on Wednesday.

Next this Week-

My Perfect Brother-in-Law

Online dating by proxy. No one would know, right?

Zara isn’t looking for love. She already has that covered—Nigel is her perfect husband. All she needs to do now is find the perfect man for her twin sister Emmy, too. To protect her sister (and surprise her), Zara throws herself into online dating with gusto.

Shawn Taylor, undercover detective, returns home on a private assignment. It is the perfect chance to see Zara again and explain why he’d left so suddenly twenty years ago. Ultimately, he is here to protect her. His brief says she is in serious danger.

But something doesn’t add up. Why is Zara going out with scores of men when hubby is out of town? What kind of twisted game is she playing?

And why, when the castle of cards collapses in a messy heap, is she standing, wielding a whip, over a villain with an erection the size of the Eiffel Tower and his hands tied behind his back?

Pick up this hilarious rom-com to find out. 

WHAT ARE YOU READING THIS WEEK? 
HAVE YOU READ ANY OF THESE BOOKS BEFORE OR PLANNING TO READ IN FUTURE? 
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THEM??

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Monthly Wrap-Up: December 2018

Happy New Year!

Now that I’m little used to with my girl’s sleeping, feeding and pooping schedule, I I’m going to start the new year with reading and posting regularly. We have plans this year- we need to find another rental house, there will be some expense once we shift the house and little bit travelling. So, balancing life, family and blog properly is the only goal of the year as of now.

This will be short post as I didn’t read or post much last month.

Books I read in December-

Father Figure by James J. Cudney – ★★★★★
It was engaging, emotional, suspenseful and insightful contemporary family drama that I recommend to all fiction lover. If you haven’t read it yet just grab it without second thought.
Academic Curveball (Braxton Campus Mysteries #1) by James J. Cudney – ★★★★★
It was interesting cozy mystery with quirky characters and a great start of series that I recommend to all cozy mystery lover.
The Star-Touched Queen (The Star-Touched Queen #1) by Roshani Chokshi – ★★★★★
It was magical, enchanting, beautiful tale with descriptive flowery writing and unique world building. I recommend it to YA fantasy lover.
A Crown of Wishes by Roshani Chokshi – ★★★★★
It was full package of mystery, adventure, action, tales, myth, and romance that I recommend to all YA fantasy lover.
Clouded by Envy by Candace Robinson – ★★★★★
It was fast paced, imaginative, fabulous NA fantasy that I highly recommend.

All great reads!

Other Posts-

Best Of 2018
2018 in Reading and Challenge Update

That’s it…

How was your month in reading?
What have you read?
Do we share common books from this list?

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And I wish you all a fabulous 2019.

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Best of 2018

It’s almost end of the year and it’s time to set goals for new year, make some resolutions, and plan for upcoming year. But before going ahead with 2019 goals and plans, I would like to look back at my 2018 read list and would like to show off my favorite book read in 2018.

So that’s it…

Have you read any book from this list this year or going to read in 2019?
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#BlogTour: MEWRANTERS: ATTACK OF THE SEA MONSTER by Kachi Ugo @KachiUgo

Hello Book Lovers! Today is my stop during the blog tours for Mewranters: Attack of the Sea Monster, organized by YA Bound Book Tour 
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Mewranters: Attack of the Sea Monster by Kachi Ugo 

Genre: YA Fantasy

Release Date: November 6th 2018

Summary:

Mewranters: Attack of the Sea Monster uniquely blends adventure with an engaging fast-paced writing style to present readers with an action-packed story of wits, wisdom, and sheer force of will.

 
Every Mew in the country is out to kill Perry, and the sea monster is calling him out to the sea. Therefore, he must quickly learn why every Mew is threatened by the existence of an eagle Mew if he is to stand a chance at saving his parents and killing the monster. On the day of his initiation, he shifts into a huge Golden Eagle. However, this is a bad thing since no eagle Mew makes it past the age of twelve. To complicate his life, his shifting into an eagle Mew has reawakened the sea monster. A tentative partnership is formed between the different clans. But when Perry Johnson realizes that this partnership could mean the death of his parents, he has a decision to make.
 
With every Mew in the country out to kill him, and the sea monster calling him out to the sea, Perry must quickly learn why every Mew is threatened by the existence of an eagle Mew if he is to stand a chance at saving his parents and killing the monster. If he fails, it may very well be the end of his family… and the rest of the world. This fast-paced story, with its intriguing plot and original fantastical world, keeps every zoo-going, animal-loving kid wanting more as they follow Perry’s adventure.
 
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Excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

THE FALL RITUAL

Perry Johnson awoke with a feeling of dread. He knew his time had come, and he felt he was going to fail. He had never been good at anything. Not sports, not hanging out with friends, not even school. He wasn’t failing in school, but he wasn’t passing either. He was average. In everything. Nothing special. That kind of sucked. But what could he do? It was who he was. It was his destiny.

Even as he sat trembling on his bed, he figured today was going to end badly. Badly for him. He was certain he wasn’t going to be good enough. He had known about the ritual for some time since Richard. He was four then. One week after they had celebrated Richard’s twelfth birthday, the family moved to their cliff house in Nevada. Perry didn’t know what Richard did because he wasn’t allowed to watch, but whatever Richard had done, he had been awesome. Four years later, Jane and Jake’s turn came. He didn’t watch, again, but he knew they were great. Now his time had come. One week after they had celebrated his twelfth birthday, they had moved here. It was his turn, but Perry already knew what the outcome would be.

Perry knew he wasn’t good enough. Whatever this family ritual was, he was going to fail it. Perry had always gotten by being average. Somehow, he suspected that this time average wouldn’t be good enough. That’s why he was afraid. The ritual was important—like family-tradition important. That much he knew. He loved his sister so much. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, but that didn’t stop these thoughts from barraging his mind. Average meant failure, and failure was his one-way ticket out of the family.

“Perry!” His mother’s voice came to him from somewhere in the cabin. “Breakfast is

ready.”

Perry had already gotten used to his small room. Still, it pressed in on him from all sides. He had no appetite for food. Yet, he knew he must eat. It might very well be his last meal as Perry, son of Johnson.

Perry jumped off the bed. He landed on the floorboards with a crouch, his legs almost giving in. He had on a red shirt and blue jeans. He looked in the mirror on his dresser. All he saw was a small, scrawny preteen. He gulped. His heart was already pounding, though he kept his breathing steady.

The door to his room opened. Lisa, his dear sister, came in. She had a warm smile on her face and a small broom in her hands.

“Mother told me to do your chores,” Lisa said, mild irritation on her face.

“She did?” Now his breathing became erratic. “Why?”

Lisa frowned at the way he breathed. She shrugged and said, “Don’t know. Something about a big day for you. I heard her talking with Richard.”

Perry struggled to calm himself. He swallowed hard. “Richie’s here?” “Mmm-Hmm,” Lisa replied, already sweeping the floor. She was eleven years old. Perry

might not be here to watch her do the ritual next year, but he knew she would excel. She was unlike him. Success came naturally to her, the same way being average came naturally to him. It was who they were. Maybe, if he could get his parents to understand this, they wouldn’t kick him out of the family when he botched the family ritual.

Spurred by impulse and a humongous amount of nervous energy, Perry hugged his sister and left the room. He could never hate his sister. Not even when his parents praised her and derided him. He couldn’t even be jealous of her.

Perry walked the narrow corridor, which opened to the small sitting room. His heart lurched. Richard, Jane, and Jake were all present. Richard sat at the table with Jake, while Jane sat on a couch. Mother wasn’t in the room. But there was food on the table, which Richard and Jake ate. There was an extra plate; his, Perry concluded. He hesitated in the low-light corridor. Usually, when Richard came from Maine, or Jake and Jane, their family’s inseparable twins, came from school in California, Perry felt exuberant. But now he could feel his heart sink. He didn’t want them to see him fail. He didn’t want to eat, but he knew he must.

A hand touched his shoulder, and he jerked away, frightened. He was in the sitting room now, in the open, exposed. At first, he was startled. Everyone seemed happy to see him. He felt like a spotlight was upon him. Richard, Jake, and Jane talked excitedly, all at the same time, but he couldn’t pick out their words. All he was conscious of was the ferocity with which his heart hammered in his chest. He looked at where he had been. His mother stood in the doorway, staring at him, concerned. The room fell quiet.

His mother pointed at the table. “Eat,” she rumbled.

Perry nodded in submission, sat, and ate. He forced the cheese pie into his mouth, down his throat. Richard watched him, silent, but Jake talked. Talked about the weather. Talked about school. Talked about birds. Richard gave him a sharp look when he mentioned birds, and he quickly changed the topic. Talked about family traditions.

Jake only talked this much when he was antsy. He probably knew Perry’s chances of success were thin and feared for him. Perry felt like crying. Why did he have to be such a loser?

Mother roamed the house. She too was nervous. Jane gave nippy glances at him and his food; they flickered from impatience to anxiety. Father wasn’t in sight. But he too, no doubt, thought he was no good. Perry fought the urge to wail out in distress and continued battling with his cheese pie and milkshake.

The air seemed to thicken as he pushed it through his lungs. Perry didn’t get to the last slice of the crusty cream pie before Father came into the sitting room.

He looked first at Perry. His weathered face carried deep lines on his forehead. In these deep lines, strips of sweat lay. His blue T-shirt had a dark V that reached from his neck. The dark stain was perspiration. Then, his gaze shifted to Mother. “They are ready for him,” he said in a solemn tone.

It was as if a giant bell rang in Perry’s mind. He knew he was finished. Why remain there? He jumped out of his chair and was about to run for his room. But his mother stood, akimbo, in his path, with a look of concern on her face. She didn’t seem to have noticed his intentions. He squashed the urge to run and kept hidden those intentions.

Richard, Jake, and Jane rose to their feet, a sudden reverence around their motions. They stood still, allowing Mother to guide him towards the door with one hand on his shoulder. Father gave way, and Perry walked into the hot desert.

Three strange-looking men stood by the metal interlocking fence. One was old and the other two were young. But they both looked like they were from an ancient Indian tribe. The old man sported a white shirt, a white headband, and a white feather sticking up by his left ear. His intense gaze drilled holes into Perry’s eyes. Perry looked away. Beyond the fence, less than ten feet away, was an edge. Father had told him that the edge was fifty stories above the desert floor.

Father had also told him that anyone who fell off the cliff would splatter into a million bloody pieces.

Mother’s grip tightened on Perry’s shoulder. She pushed him gently towards the strange men. Father and the rest followed from behind.

As Perry glanced around the yard, he realized there was only one car beside the house. How had these men, including Richard and the twins, gotten to the cabin? There wasn’t a highway for miles. What was going on?

Perry caught the look in Mother’s side glances to Father. She was uncertain. Unsure. Like she knew this was his last day as her son. But, she couldn’t call off the ritual now that these strange men were involved.

When they were still a distance from the three men, they halted. His mother crouched beside him, held his shoulders with both hands, and fixed him with her most dangerous stare. Whatever she said now, he could never disobey; not if he didn’t want to suffer severe consequences.

“Those men are here to test you,” his mother said with a brief glance at the old man. “He’s the chief of our clan. Do whatever he tells you, and it will be all right. Fail, and you might lose that which is precious to you.”

Perry’s dread heightened. Lose Lisa?

“Mother?” Perry croaked. “I’m scared.”

His mother’s fierce gaze melted that instant. She looked at his heaving chest for a moment. Then she turned to face his father. Her knees gave out beneath her.

“He’s not ready,” she muttered to him, tears in her eyes.

Father picked up Mother from the ground and held her in his arms. “There’s nothing we can do about that,” he whispered back to her. “It’s either now or never.”

“What if he fails?” Mother said, glancing at Perry, who now stood alone.

His father’s eyes gripped his. “Then it’s over for him.” He said this without an iota of emotion.

Mother squeezed her eyes shut as tears fell to her cheek. When she opened her eyes, she fixed a cold stare on him. “Do as I say.”

Perry turned away from his family. The three strange men remained passive and silent as he approached them. The sun scorched his head. Baked sand found its way into his jeans. He looked over his shoulder one last time. Mother and Father weren’t looking. They were locked in an embrace. Richard and the twins were farther behind, staring at him with glassy eyes, squinting in the sun. The house stood behind them, the only human structure for as far as the eyes could see. It was small, misshapen, a construction of roofing sheets. It had been his family’s cabin for years, since before he was born. He was about to lose it. He was about to lose everything.

“Perry Johnson,” the old man said. His voice was unusually strong considering his age; he had wrinkles all over his face.

Perry stood before the man. “Yes, Sir,” he replied, looking up at the man, into the sun. The man placed a hand on his shoulder and led him towards the gate in the fence. “Do

you know what this is all about, Perry?” he asked.

Perry shook his head, too scared to talk.

The man made a sound, an amusing sound. “Surely, you must have an inkling as to what purpose you have been brought here.”

“A family ritual.” Perry’s voice was lost in the wind, but the man must have heard because he nodded contemplatively.

“Go on,” he said. They were through the gate and headed for the edge of the cliff.

“A test to determine if I’m worthy to be a member of this family,” Perry said. A sudden alarm came to his mind as they approached the edge. The desert floor spread from underneath the cliff: a barren, dry land. Great winds moved sand around in disorganized sweeps. “Sir, why are we going towards the edge of the cliff?”

“Does it bother you?”

“It’s dangerous, Sir. My father has forbidden me to cross the fence,” Perry said, trying to look over his shoulder at his parents. But, the old man prevented him. Perry tried to wriggle himself out of the man’s grip, but the man clamped tighter.

“Not to birds, it’s not,” the old man said, pausing at the very edge of the cliff.

Perry felt queasy standing fifty stories above the ground. He shut his eyes and craned his neck away from the fall. “I’m not a bird, Sir,” he cried out in desperation.

“Not yet,” the man said, and shoved him over the cliff.

Perry fell.

Fell towards his death.

He hurtled.

Hurtled to splatter into a million bloody pieces.

He screamed, flapped, and beat the air. But, he fell on. The floor—his death—rushed up to meet him. His heart fluttered ferociously. A flame of fear erupted around his body. Ten seconds to his death. A strange feeling came over him, unlike his earlier feeling of apprehension. Feathers sprung from his skin. His legs turned to talons. A different kind of fear overtook his mind. More feathers shot out of his skin.

Five seconds to his death.

Perry flapped his hands faster, as if he could fly. The wind caught on his hands—no—his wings! He flapped again and glided away from the cliff wall. He was no longer falling. He was gliding, two yards above the ground! He cried out, terrified, but what came forth from his sharp beak was a piercing whistle that rang through the desert.

He tried to grab the sand before crashing into the ground. He tried to push his body off the sand with his hands, but they weren’t strong enough because they were wings. Panic stabbed at Perry’s heart. He flapped off the ground, rising five feet into the air. The sand lodged in his skin felt like tiny pinpricks, irritating him. He landed on talons, shaking his body vigorously.

I can’t be a bird! he thought. I CAN’T BE A BIRD!

Wait, maybe I succeeded this time! Did I pass the test?!

He looked to the cliff. It was so far away. Yet he could clearly see his parents, Richard, the twins, and the three strange men. He searched their faces for recognition or approval, but it was not happy surprise or awe that he saw. It was terror. His heart sank. He was a failure again. What else was new?

Before his eyes, they turned into huge birds. Huger than normal birds, but not different in other regards. Mother was a white owl. Father was a blue harrier. Richard was a grey hawk. The twins were bright yellow buzzards. The old man that had tried to kill him was a white osprey. Perry blinked, not sure what he was seeing. They soared high above the desert towards him.

When they got to him, they circled, keeping their distance.

He glanced down at his own body. He was a golden eagle. He spread his wings and they each stretched over a yard from his chest. The circling birds scampered away at the revelation of his full form, seemingly terrified. Perry nestled his wings back into his body and sat on the ground, dropping his head. He felt ashamed of being an eagle. He had failed his parents, his family. He had broken his family’s tradition. He deserved to be expelled from the fold.

After a while, he heard his mother speak. Her voice was firm in his mind. “Perry, rise into the air. We’re going to teach you to handle your aerial form.

Even though he heard her voice in his mind, he knew it was a command, not a request. He leaped into the air, spreading his wings full length. The air seemed to cling to his form, pushing him upwards. He didn’t need to flap. He shot to the clouds, his shame melting into excitement. His family and the osprey followed behind, instructing him.


About the Author:
IMG_20180919_203212_910.JPGKachi Ugo’s whole life has revolved around writing. When he was twelve, while his friends still flipped through picture books and comics, he took an interest in thick, picture-less “story books” that opened him up to a whole new world of possibilities and adventures. A decade later, he writes those same books himself. Kachi Ugo is an avid supporter of YA Fantasy. For him, writing is a passion. He relishes the power it gives him to create worlds of his own where anything and everything is possible.
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