Release Date: August. 11, 2015
Publisher: Booktrope
Genre(s): New Adult, Apocalyptic
Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Blog Tour: Xpresso Tours
Welcome to the Apocalypse. Your forecast includes acid rain, roving gangs and misplaced priorities, in this comedic take on the end of the world as we know it, from debut author Daphne Lamb.
As a self-entitled, self-involved, and ill equipped millennial, Verdell probably wouldn’t have ranked very high on the list of those most likely to survive the end of the world, but here she is anyway. Add in travelling with her work addicted boss, her boyfriend who she has “meh” feelings for, and a handful of others who had no businesses surviving as long as they have, and things aren’t exactly going as planned. But despite threats of cannibalism, infected water supplies, and possibly even mutants, Verdell is willing to put in as little effort as she can get away with to survive.
As a self-entitled, self-involved, and ill equipped millennial, Verdell probably wouldn’t have ranked very high on the list of those most likely to survive the end of the world, but here she is anyway. Add in travelling with her work addicted boss, her boyfriend who she has “meh” feelings for, and a handful of others who had no businesses surviving as long as they have, and things aren’t exactly going as planned. But despite threats of cannibalism, infected water supplies, and possibly even mutants, Verdell is willing to put in as little effort as she can get away with to survive.
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My Favorite Genre Goes Apocalyptic
everything I love about new adult wrapped up into a world gone to shit? Oh yesss, count me in!
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When it comes to new adult, I tend to stick to my " safe " zones, contemporary, romance, and suspense/thriller. To be honest, there aren't THAT many sub-genres within new adult to indulge in anyway, so these genres aren't uncommon at all. What had me so pumped to pick up this title, was the fact that it's set in a apocalyptic world, without a clan of teenagers. No shade to YA, it was just nice seeing something different being done in NA. Atleast for me that is. This year, I made a goal to read more science fiction, dystopian, post + apocalyptic reads this year, so what better way than to start with The Girl's Guide To The Apocalypse?
“Wait,” I looked around. “There’s a bathroom here? You’re telling me I used a dumpster out in the open like a jerk?”
Debra poked her head out of a broken window.
“You say that like it’s a big fat joke,” she said. “And it’s not. Just because we’re going through a hard time doesn’t mean we have to live like savages. You can still be picky about a bathroom.” She paused, then took a deep breath. It seemed she was doing everything she could to keep her shaky emotions in check. “So just for that,” she said. “No one gets to use this bathroom. It’s mine!” She went back inside, slamming the window.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “That answered none of my questions.”
“Want a tour?” Robert asked. “we were just getting settled.”
I followed his lead. The inside of the house was a wreck. There were brown stains coimiung down the walls and more spray painted scrawling. A distinct odor wafted through the halls, something like sewage and fresh air, a yin and yang of experiences. There was a couch, its cushions gone, a giant rip through its upholstery and propped up against one of the boarded up windows.
I followed him into the kitchen where Debra was going through the cabinets.
“You would think you could find something to eat,” she said. “But no.” She pulled out a box of Fruit Rollups. “Please,” she said. “This is a travesty.”
“It’s food,” I said. “At least it’s something.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Gluten?” she said. “Sugar? Carbs? I’m telling you, if earthquakes and viruses don’t kill us, this will.” She slammed the box back down. “I will swell up like a balloon unless I find some gluten free options here.” She looked up as Priscilla entered the house. “Maria!” she said. “You made it!”
Priscilla smiled. “It’s still Priscilla.”
Debra waved it away. “And this place is a mess. Maybe a little tidying up, perhaps?”
She turned away, bend down to look in the cabinets under the sink.
Priscilla turned to me, confused. “Does she think I’m the hired help?”
Instead of answering, I looked around. “So this place has a working bathroom?” I asked.
“Yeah about that,” Robert said, sheepishly.
His face said it all.
“We tried it,” he said. “It didn’t work out.”
EXCERPT
“Wait,” I looked around. “There’s a bathroom here? You’re telling me I used a dumpster out in the open like a jerk?”
Debra poked her head out of a broken window.
“You say that like it’s a big fat joke,” she said. “And it’s not. Just because we’re going through a hard time doesn’t mean we have to live like savages. You can still be picky about a bathroom.” She paused, then took a deep breath. It seemed she was doing everything she could to keep her shaky emotions in check. “So just for that,” she said. “No one gets to use this bathroom. It’s mine!” She went back inside, slamming the window.
“I don’t get it,” I said. “That answered none of my questions.”
“Want a tour?” Robert asked. “we were just getting settled.”
I followed his lead. The inside of the house was a wreck. There were brown stains coimiung down the walls and more spray painted scrawling. A distinct odor wafted through the halls, something like sewage and fresh air, a yin and yang of experiences. There was a couch, its cushions gone, a giant rip through its upholstery and propped up against one of the boarded up windows.
I followed him into the kitchen where Debra was going through the cabinets.
“You would think you could find something to eat,” she said. “But no.” She pulled out a box of Fruit Rollups. “Please,” she said. “This is a travesty.”
“It’s food,” I said. “At least it’s something.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “Gluten?” she said. “Sugar? Carbs? I’m telling you, if earthquakes and viruses don’t kill us, this will.” She slammed the box back down. “I will swell up like a balloon unless I find some gluten free options here.” She looked up as Priscilla entered the house. “Maria!” she said. “You made it!”
Priscilla smiled. “It’s still Priscilla.”
Debra waved it away. “And this place is a mess. Maybe a little tidying up, perhaps?”
She turned away, bend down to look in the cabinets under the sink.
Priscilla turned to me, confused. “Does she think I’m the hired help?”
Instead of answering, I looked around. “So this place has a working bathroom?” I asked.
“Yeah about that,” Robert said, sheepishly.
His face said it all.
“We tried it,” he said. “It didn’t work out.”
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Down With The Shine | Kate Karyus QuinnRelease Date: May 6, 2016
Genre(s): Young Adult, Contemporary
Pages: 355
Rating: 4 stars
Source: HarperTeen
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Lennie always thought her uncles’ “important family legacy” was good old-fashioned bootlegging. Then she takes some of her uncles’ moonshine to Michaela Gordon’s annual house party, and finds out just how wrong she was.
At the party, Lennie has everyone make a wish before drinking the shine—it’s tradition. She toasts to wishes for bat wings, for balls of steel, for the party to go on forever. Lennie even makes a wish of her own: to bring back her best friend, Dylan, who was murdered six months ago.
The next morning gives Lennie a whole new understanding of the phrase be careful what you wish for—or in her case, be careful what wishes you grant. Because all those wishes Lennie raised a jar of shine to last night? They came true. Most of them came out bad. And once granted, a wish can’t be unmade…
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