Mug Monday & Birthday Month

Welcome back to Mug Monday! So glad you decided to pop in and see what new news I have in store for you.

Let´s get my well-being out of the way before we start this explosive post.

I have the flu…. again. It´s like this never ending nightmare that comes back. I´m a clever one, though. I figured out WHY i´m being attacked by viruses or germs. My girls drag it home from school. I swear on all that´s pink and fluffy, some parents need to learn to NOT send their little angels little shits little precious mini me´s to school when they´re sick. I´m slowly fed up and will probably end up contacting the school principal if this shit continues. Not that she will do anything…. But complaining does improve my mood.

I´ve been successfully living off soup, crackers, dry toast, tea, water and of course… I live in a sea of Kleenex. Fun times.

I wish I had a bathrobe like that.

Back to the topic:

It´s February. This might not mean much in general, other than it´s still winter. But for me, February means much more. It´s my birth month. In a few days from now I get to spend the one and only day of the year being pampered and get showered with Amazon gift cards ( because for some reason my family doesn´t believe in gifting Amazon gift cards on Christmas ).

It´ll be a one man fest ( until the kids come home from school ) and I will make sure to enjoy every single minute of my day without my mother in-law and her absurd demands for cake.

A little private fun fact from my trusty private treasure chest:

My mother in-law truly demands I serve cake and coffee on my birthday. She once explained that it´s not only polite but it´s also sort of an exchange. She gifts me something and I serve cake in return.

In other ( unspoken ) words: I don´t deserve a gift if I don´t have cake. Good thing I didn´t marry her * snorts *

As for books:

Forgive me if there hasn´t been much of that lately ( please re-read reasons above ). It´s been kind of rough for me. And you know what sucks even more? I have untouched book mail I haven´t had the energy to open yet. 5 Amazon and 2 Book Depository packages. I´m gutted.

Nevertheless- I´m determined to get back on track because I´m bored out of my wits.

So, my piss poor attempt at a Mug Monday Feature will hopefully be the start of something better. Voila!

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See? I have my Kindle fired up and ready. * sigh * Maybe after my nap. And after I tried getting a review scheduled. God, haven´t done one of those in ages.

Okay, that´s it for today. My deepest apologies for boring the bejesus out of you all.

Have a wonderful day, my dear Padawans.

Much love,

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Mug Monday & Netgalley Musings

Mug Monday Feature:  My Monday mug, white

Book Discussion Topic:  Netgalley Pain


Hello and welcome back to Mug Monday!

So, a quick recap on what´s been going on since my last Mug Monday post:

Nothing good.

I´m glad we got that over with and can move onto more important topics- Like my mess with Netgalley.

Yes, I´ve fallen victim to the oversized ebook catalogue and I have no one else but myself to blame.

You see, as lovely as Netgalley is in a reader´s moment of helplessness it´s also a curse.

While sofa bound I became bored with Netflix and ended up with the brilliant idea to check Netgalley out and see if they had anything worth my time.

Mind you- This approach is just like going grocery shopping with an empty stomach. Never a wise idea.

As you may know, some Netgalley offers can be requested then approved / declined or can be read immediately. The titles I chose had to be requested, meaning I had to wait for approval from the publishers. Usually, I´m denied 3/4 of all the books I request ( for whatever reason ) and that often leaves me with no Netgalley reads. This is why I hit up at least 5 reads at once, in hopes some publishing house will have pity with me.

Not this time. Funnily enough, the book Gods thought it would be great to approve all of my requested reads. All 5.

And to top this whole fiasco off- The publishers contacted me after a week wanting to know where the feedback was.

This whole thing is my fault. I know that and fully accept my idiocy. This just shows that Netgalley is an unpredicable bitch who´s waiting for the right opportunity to screw a reader over. At least that´s my current feeling on the topic.

Alas…. `Tis time to get back into the reading cave….

But before I go I´ll leave you with this little Mug Monday special I created.

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You´re welcome.

Now, if you´ll excuse me… My very much unloved Kindle is calling my name.


QOTD: How do you handle Netgalley? Do you get pressured by publishers for feedback? Do authors contact you inbetween? Let´s chat. ❤

I bid you all a wonderful Monday.

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Mug Monday & Netflix

Heya, and welcome to this week´s Mug Monday.

I´m going to be honest with you guys- January has something against me. I don´t know what it was I did to piss it off but I´m feeling its hate. Remember the nasty flu? Well, as predicted, that passed. And just as I was feeling myself again I decided to “do something fun” with the husbutt and a few friends.

“Let´s go roller skating!” One friend suggested.  And I couldn´t resist. Little did I know how bad of an idea that was.

You see, my brain isn´t on the same page with my body anymore. I can roller skate. It´s one of the few things I kept up with until my mid 20´s. I don´t want to toot my horn here ( okay, maybe I do want to… a little ) but I was one of those who did all types of stunts on wheels. Backwards, forwards, jumps and little dance moves. Yes, I was Queen Skate Glam until the weekend. We went skating. We had fun. The fun lasted until I fell.

In my mind I was still this blooming 20 something year old with a promising professional skating career ( that was the dream ) and now I´m an injured old fart vegetating on the sofa watching Netflix.

On the plus side, though… My right knee has never looked so shiny and purple and symmetrical before. * sigh *

Oh, speaking of Netflix… I finally caved. You see, since I´m sofa bound I can´t really move. The kids blow me air kisses from the other side of the room then they leave. Husbutt thinks it´s funny to make fun me ( I have to admit though- some of his jokes even made me laugh )… I don´t have the right mind set to read so… I decided it was time to join the Netflix world ( because I´ve been avoiding it like the pest ).

Okay, so the real reason was that I wanted to watch The Haunting Of Hill House. And I did. Boy, did I watch it.

I might be a full on, hardcore romance reader but funnily enough, I don´t like watching romance movies / shows. They´re just not for me.  When it comes to movies though, I´m a total movie buff with a love for anything creepy and horror. Weird, I know.

So, that´s what I´ve been doing. Watching anything remotely spooky on Netflix while chilling with a swollen knee. I have to say, though- Netflix feels like it´s a flea market of unorganized shows/movies. Haven´t really worked out the system yet ( because everything shuffles all the time ) but I´m getting there. So far I´ve watched:

  • The Bird Box ( which I didn´t like. I like Sandra Bullock but that one didn´t do it for me. )
  • The Haunting Of Hill House ( brilliant!)
  • Apostle  ( That one was decent )
  • American Horror Story ( I´ve already seen all the AHS but love to rewatch )

See? I´m boring.

With that being thrown out there… I need to get back to doing nothing productive. But before I leave I´ll give you a small TBM (throw back mug ) feature I did a while back ( because right now I can´t really make much effort with mug features ).

My deepest apologies.

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What do you like to watch when you´re not reading? If there is anything you can recommend to watch on Netflix feel free to throw some titles my way! 

Wishing all of you the best of health and a wonderful Monday! Stay safe and feel hugged.

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Mug Monday & Romance Rant

Welcome to another wonderful Mug Monday, everyone! I trust all, if not most of you have navigated your way into 2019 safely? If not, don´t worry. I haven´t recovered myself.

I feel like I haven´t slept in ages. In fact- I haven´t. It all started the January 1st.

Pink eye, sinus infection, the flu, repeat. 2019 has started very cruel but you know what? It´ll all pass… Not like the romance genre.

I made a tragic discovery while I was sofa bound.

Romance is a dying genre.



How I´ve come to this conclusion? Because every romance I´ve managed to read since mid – December has been a floppy, luke warm 3 star read. Most of the romance reads I´ve read in 2018 hardly lived up to my romance standards. What does this tell us? That romance writers are either not working their magic, or they´re in a romance funk themselves, or they´ve written off romances.

This isn NOT a good sign. It´s only January and I´m already bitching. We´ve all got 11 more months ahead of us. I don´t want to nag for 11 more months.

Let´s see if the stack of new books can make me fall in love with the romance genre again ( stack of mystery romance purchases to be revealed ), Fingers crossed.

False optimism.

Now, as for the rest of my apocalyptic Monday… I´ve started my new reading log. Oh yes- This bitch is going double weird this time. Journals aren´t enough. I am now the proud owner of a journal where I can keep track of ALL my 2019 reads. Space for 100 books should be enough for 2019, right? I sure hope so.


Oh, I nearly forgot! Mug Monday wouldn´t be Mug Monday without a mug pic. A wonderful Christmas gift from my younger brother. ❤ I´m not so sure about the bestie part ( as I´m sure he´d rather die of shame than call me his bestie ). We are close enough where I can be considered a sidekick , though. *  sigh  *

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I guess that´s it for today, my dear bookish padawans. I shall now retire back to the sofa and hope that I´ll survive January…. somehow.


Feel hugged,

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A Book Blogger´s Wardrobe ( incl. Mug Monday)

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To wear sweats or to not wear sweats… I guarantee you no book blogger has ever asked themselves such a devious question. In fact – I´m sure the wardrobe issue has never popped up at all because… Us common foot folk don´t need to think about what to wear or break our heads over matching socks, makeup, great hair and what not. What for?


We Have Freedom Of Clothing And Appearance!


Sounds just as fantastic as it actually is, to be honest. There´s no catch. No “but”…. We have the ability to do as we please within our own four walls at any given time. It´s our special. Our way of unintentionally protesting against society´s restricted dress codes. We have the power to do whatever the hell we want!

Uncombed hair? No problem.

Food stains on a shirt? Who cares!

Favorite ratty sweats with a huge hole near the crotch area? Think of air circulation ( because we have to see things from a positive POV ).


A book blogger´s dress code is simply the finest. 


Now, before I go all fashion show on y´all´s asses I figured it would be kind of me to give a little shout out to the folks who aren´t into the timeless ratty home wear trend. It´s completely understandable if people care about their appearances when they´re home… alone… with having no one but themselves to appreciate their cozy glam chic. I feel you, hombres.

Just remember… I´m here should you ever consider coming to the dark and fun side of home fashion.


A small foreword before the tiny prêt à porter begins:

Contrary to popular belief, I do dress appropriate when leaving the house. In fact, I go the whole nine yards with my outfit and make sure colors, shoes, belts, purses and jewelry match. My hair is made and my half non existent makeup is immaculate ( one simply can´t do much damage with mascara, blush and highlighter ) In short: I´m polished for my standards. But at home? Dear heaven´s above- I´m someone completely different. And I love it. I embrace it. If I could I´d forever dress in husbutts sweats and fling a bathrobe on. But I can´t. I have shit to do like go to parent / teacher meetings and do adult stuff like work, mingle at other people´s places because I´d have no friends if I didn´t….


But it´s not always about wearing rags and faded shirts with holes under the armpits. Us book bloggers have quite a few options to choose from when it comes to working “books”. Okay, we don´t really but I can at least name a handful of different home styles. There´s something for every type of person!



  • Homeless – chic:  Clothes don´t match. Clothes have holes of all sizes in the weirdest places. Dirty. No makeup. Not giving two fucks what the world thinks.


  • Gamer – chic:   What started out as normal lounge wear turns into a mess. Shirt tucked in at one side, messy hair, dark circles from staring at the computer for hours. Possible unintentional food stains from poor aiming or not paying attention or simply from wiping greasy fingers on shirt / pants.


  • Cozy – chic:   Finding something cute to wear that gives off the feeling of “actually lounging”. Everything is neat and fixed. Think of matching sweater and sweats with matching socks and even a matching hair band. Or take the term literally and feel cozy in whatever doesn´t look like shit on you.


  • Glam – chic:  Lounge home wear has bling. Make up is set and not a hair is out of place. You look like you just came off of the book blogger fashion runway.


  • Wanna – be Homeless look but it turns into a boho lounge style – chic:   Worn by people who were born with a fashion sense and can´t seem to turn it off, not even when they “try” to look homeless.


Personally, I can do homeless, gamer and cozy without much effort ( because none of these require much effort! Ha! * slaps thigh with glee * Glam and boho – lounge chic don´t work for me at home because I sometimes work those looks when I leave the house ( AND I FEEL NO SHAME IN ADMITTING THAT!) I also don´t mind saying that jeans are the devil.

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My Kindle shines brighter than yours.


If you want some TEA though, I´m going to say that all this depends on everyone´s personal preference. Not all book bloggers look like homeless people and not all book bloggers are dressed in business attire. There´s a gray area with lots of wiggle room for creativity.

If you ask me ( and I hope you do ) my personal go – to outfit consists of whatever I find. If I find clean sweater- great! If I so happened to come across a bathrobe – fantastic! As long as I don´t have to wear a bra then I´m a happy camper. Because bra´s restrict creativity (!!) and we can´t have that happening.



Tell me: What type of chic do you consider yourself to be? What´s your go – to lounge wear?


Thank you loads for reading. I hope you enjoyed. Have a wonderful day and don´t forget to share the book love,

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