Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver

What if you lived again and again the same day? What if that day was the day of your death? What if you were a mean high school girl? What if this was the end?

Samantha Kingston dies but then wakes up at the day she died. Everything is the same, everything is sharp and stressful because she knows that tonight, she will be dead.

20 Things You Don’t Know About Me

Robyn Jones tagged me to share 20 things about me that you don’t know. 
So here it goes! 

Think Out Loud: Writing Melancholy

This is Think out Loud. It’s a weekly meme created to help bloggers break out from the blogging bubble. The rules are simple. We post whatever we want and let people know what’s in our mind. Visit the creator on Thinks Books and join too. It’s so cool to share your random thoughts.

Every Dead Thing

The moment I read the prologue, I felt my skin crawling. There was a mystery hanging in the air, a creepy promise that this book could be the thriller I was looking forward to read. I was hooked on the spot. But then I was drifting.

In Every Dead Thing we follow Charlie Parker or as they call him, Bird. He is an ex-cop whose wife and kid were murdered by a serial killer, the Traveling Man. Bird is determined to find the killer defying morality and laws. Driven by visions of the dead, Parker tracks a serial killer from New York City to the American South, and finds his buried instincts -- for love, survival, and, ultimately, for killing -- awakening as he confronts a monster beyond imagining...

On Writing: Running out of fuel

I'm sure you've heard what they say about writing and reading, right? If you don't have time to read, you don't have time to write. What they don't say though is this: if the book you read don't inspire you, then writing is dragging.

I don't know if it's just me and my bad mood for reading, but recently the books I choose don't have that sparkle of inspiration I need. Thank God I read Gone Girl and there was a wildfire to keep me going, but now that the book has finished, the smoldering fire is not enough. I feel like I'm running out of fuel.

On Writing: The answer to the morning writing problem

I am not a morning person. If I could I would sleep until noon and then even some more. I would curl up in bed and cover myself under the sheets for as long as I could. But this is not an option not only because my mind is counting the tasks that wait to be done, but also because I have to go to work.

The thing though is that I am a morning writer.

Yep, contradictory, I know but true.