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"I’m always amazed at friends who say they try to read at night in bed but always end up falling asleep. I have the opposite problem. If a book is good I can’t go to sleep, and stay up way past my bedtime, hooked on the writing. Is anything better than waking up after a late-night read and diving right back into the plot before you even get out of bed to brush your teeth?" -John Walters 

LOVE reading. Although, I didn't actually start readingreading until July of 2012 when I got my Nook, the love of my life.

Abbreviations I use in my reviews:

WTS (Wrist Twitch Syndrome) - The compulsory jerking of the wrist in an effort to pitch the nook away from the body to reduce mental anguish and self inflicted bodily harm. 

ERS (Eye Roll Syndrome)The act of rolling one’s eyes multiple times in a matter of mere minutes.

The severity of this syndrome tend to vary from benign eye rolls every now and then, depending on the situation and protagonist, to intense eye rolls, of which, cause the body to seize up for minutes at a time.

**Both symptoms tend to manifest as a result of naive, stupid, clueless, lovesick, rose-glasses wearing puddle-depth fucktard protagonists or an ag-on-izing storyline.

Currently reading

Frankenstein: Prodigal Son
Scott Brick, Kevin J. Anderson, Dean Koontz

Osiris (The Osiris Project, #1)

Osiris (The Osiris Project, #1) - E.J. Swift First things first, this book was WAY longer then it should have been. I mean come on, it seriously took reading 150 pages before anything really happened. Ok, I get it, Osiris sucks. The rich continue to get rich, while the poor eat heaping bowls full of shit and yes, I get it, Adelaide needs her brother like a crackhead needs a hit. I get it.

Another issue I have with this dystopia is the fact that some common names for things are the same while other are different...why change the name of banana but keep the name of an orange? Why keep the name of Afrika (yes, its a little different, but you get the point) and India but throw in Zeeland and Pantagonia? WTF? WHY?

I've had it with spoiled protagonists and Adelaide fits the mold, she finds herself believing that she so despises what her family name stands for that she changes her own, but funny enough, couldn't commit to those feelings of abhorrence long enough to get a job and support herself. No, instead she agrees to enough stipulations that keeps mommy and daddy's money flowing in. She's selfish and only thinks about herself and then when her twin brother goes missing she makes enough room in her ego for him. Adelaide's brother Axel has a mental illness (I'm leaning towards Schizophrenia) and disappears, so the main focus of her POV is her brother and nothing else...and I mean it NOTHING ELSE.

And then there is Vikram, one of those aforementioned shit eaters living in the indigent West. He has another focus though and he is determined to get his people in aid and sufficient living conditions so that they can survive harsh winters and food shortages, basically the same M.O. for any book where there is a clearly defined line between the rich and the poor.

And as you may have already predicted, the wealth and the poor meet by some twist of fate and he saves the West while she finds her brother and saves the world and they live happily ever after...or NOT.

Adelaide is such a selfish bitch, she wont let anyone in. I honestly think she is as mental as her brother, as she cant seem to focus on anything else but Axel, Axel, Axel...it was all just too much predictability for me and it took too long for me to get to what I already knew. I was nodding off throughout most of it, the storyline just beat around the bush when it could have just been tackled.