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  Malibu Rising. (Made my blood pressure rise too, I think.) (Daughter's POV #5) For my first July read, of course, it was another work from Taylor Jenkins-Reid. I am just so obsessed with how she writes and how I get immersed with it.  And, Malibu Rising did not disappoint me. This book might just be my favorite novel written by TJR. The drama, the love, revelations, and confessions just makes this book such a masterpiece. With each page I read, I actually find myself daydreaming as if I am also part of the story. How I feel and connect with each character- especially Nina. How this book tackled her relationship with her father was just heartbreaking. All her life her father was absent, and then he showed up out of nowhere, earned her trust and love, left again for another woman, then showed up years later because he’s already old, lonely, and needs his “family” and their “forgiveness.” The anger and sadness just mixed and my emotions were literally all over the place. How proud I

(Daughter's POV #3)             I have been very fond of Greek gods & goddesses, myths, stories, etc. ever since I was introduced to it. So to find ‘The Song of Achilles’ delighted the “fan” in me. When I first saw the title, I thought it would only be how Achilles proved how he was the best. It was kind of true, but it also gave me, the reader, more. So when the book arrived, I immediately flipped off the first page introducing me to a new world that would make me question, cry, and reach out to a love I found in the book.   Patroclus’ life was what the book showed first. He was Achilles’ “ philtatos” as what Achilles answered when asked who Patroclus was. His life as a young boy seeking for his father’s validation really got me. He thought of himself as less than average, and it hurt me that someone so young could really think like that of himself. He was a prince too. Just how bad it is to be put in a situation where you have to be “man” so young just to prove yourself worth

  (Daughter's POV #2)       I was around 10-12 when I loved reading novels and fiction. There’s this joy I feel whenever my mother would let me buy a book that I took interest in. Going to malls meant I could go to the bookstore, and stare at countless book spines and covers. I romanticized my life at the time. Imagining I’m in the universe the book took place in. As if I’m a minor character in the story or just someone who helps the main characters get to their senses. But now I am turning 18. I moved past that. All those books I bought, the feeling of contentment and accomplishment whenever I finish reading a 300 paged book were now forgotten. My priorities changed, and maybe reading stayed there in the depths of the list. And I wanted to feel everything I felt back then again. I wanted to be that 12-year-old girl who never had anything to care for but her own space and books. And I came across The Alchemist. Maybe I was kidding myself. It had been years since I had the urge to r