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The Empress (The Diabolic, #2) Book Review

The Empress by S.J. Kincaid
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

So y’all already know how much I loved The Diabolic. Therefore, it would be a crime for me to NOT read the second book, The Empress. What I enjoyed about The Empress, is that I got a better view of the world/galaxy Kincaid has built. Now I don’t usually divulge the plot in my reviews but I must tell you how frustrated I am with Diabolic and her need to be in control of everything. But it’s her nature! Her greatest purpose, protecting her man, totally erupts despite her good intentions. Diabolic makes the biggest mistake ever!

Book Life Lessons: Low key, there is a lesson in this. If you’re anything like me, having a plan, motivation and a goal is a shield for failure. But you cannot plan your life around other peoples lives. We must stay in our lane and not try to run someone else race thinking its our duty to carry them. All your efforts just might blow up in your face and the person who you were running with becomes your greatest enemy. OUCH!

I cannot wait for the next book in this series and honestly, I feel like Kindcaid is just getting started. So is it a trilogy? May it not be so! We need two more books sis. Kincaid, continue to take your because we want you to bring us hot fire!

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The Diabolic (The Diabolic, #1) Book Review

The Diabolic by S.J. Kincaid
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book has got to be one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. Although this series is nothing like TOG, I have connected with Kincaid’s writing, characters, and plot. In my mind, Maas is the Queen of fae and Kincade is the Queen of outer space. The plot is excellent, the main character is utterly unique, and the worldbuilding is perfect. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series. If you haven’t delved too deeply in sci-fi, give this book a try, its well worth your time and the audiobook is superb.

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Busting Through Bricks Like the Kool Aid Man

Today marks the last month of student teaching and let me just say that graduate school are not for mother’s with a husband and children. Matter of fact, school is for kids, not real adults.

Anyways, check out that title! I seriously considered walking out the class today. Pretty sure my kids gave me a legit headache and actually made my head spin so quick that I had to ask my CT for some on site pain reliever.

My Professor posted a discussion question entitled, Your journey & a jump out the window story. He describes a teacher actually jumping out of a second story window, dangling on the ledge, running to his car, burning rubber never to be seen or heard of again. I don’t blame the guy.

You just might see me busting through my oblong windowless classroom like the Kool-Aid man.

scream

inside of me is a bellow.

a shriek that pierces the heavens,

yet echos against the bars of this prison im in.

me sick of you and the filth of me.

so loud, filled with pain and fear.

just cuz im grown that dont mean i cant hear,

that bellow inside of you spilling tears.

heartache filling up like rivers in the cracks of you

of me

inside of me too.

i scream.

fragility’s rage

For some the pain of frustration leads to a tumult

of tantrums and a verbose vomit spewing of anger and hate.

Shattering the heart – yet building walls.

Constructed by cold avoidance and confusion,

yet picked away by a romantic gesture or two.

A fickle memory born of words better left unsaid.

Heavy hands upon a tender child desiring mother’s love.

Perhaps ones formative years indeed defines today.

Fragility’s rage

is a tortoise in its shell

When danger comes, pull in, don’t run like hell.

Flashbacks and words fall upon that shanty,

Accusations now muffles within the cramped cavity.

But when no one is looking fragility’s rage

is like a magicians token quote,

“no you see me, now you don’t.”