DNF: Real by Katy Evans

17617277A fallen boxer.
A woman with a broken dream.
A competition…

He even makes me forget my name. One night was all it took, and I forgot everything and anything except the sexy fighter in the ring who sets my mind ablaze and my body on fire with wanting…

Remington Tate is the strongest, most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life.

He’s the star of the dangerous underground fighting circuit, and I’m drawn to him as I’ve never been drawn to anything in my life. I forget who I am, what I want, with just one look from him. When he’s near, I need to remind myself that I am strong—but he is stronger. And now it’s my job to keep his body working like a perfect machine, his taut muscles primed and ready to break the bones of his next opponents…

But the one he’s most threatening to, now, is me.

I want him. I want him without fear. Without reservations.

If only I knew for sure what it is that he wants from me?

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01/20/2017

Quick explanation. So I have a math assessment to do for IB right now and I chose to study the times tables in ways I don’t feel like explaining. This meant I was testing my classmates privately and timing them.
My close friend Roxanne was doing the test. Roxanne’s first language is french and she uses a technique in french while doing the times tables. That meant she was mumbling numbers under her breath in french while trying to go as fast as possible at the same time. Now that’s funny enough. Either way, I know french so I was slightly following along, noting the technique and how it works. Then suddenly in the most vicious and angry voice “Motherfucker!”

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And because it’s a test I have to be quiet while timing her. So now I’m sitting there trying not to laugh and just ended up laughing my ass off for a good five minutes once she was finished.

I don’t know if I explained it well, but peoples, just picture it in your head. This petite adorable Roxanne sitting in front of me mumbling in french then suddenly, BOOM. Motherfucker. And she just continues. Mumbles in french again.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings – Maya Angelou

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This was not the book I expected to put here I have got to admit.
I began reading this initially as a challenge to take a deeper look at some non-fiction. Never finished it because I am far too distractible. Low and behold, this semester for english, it was one of the books we were going to be reading. In fact I just finished writing my in-class essay about it today. Talk about painful.

Either way. I have to admit. I did not like the book all that much after finishing it. I don’t know why, most likely because it’s an autobiography and fiction is much more my way in terms of books. But…then class time came around and thankfully there’s a pretty great group put together for that class. We’re IB so we tend to put effort in. So when it came down to it, the discussions we had were what made this into a much more profound book. It was as though the first read through I was only scratching the surface. This was definitely a book that required a lot more critical thinking than I otherwise use. Beyond a doubt, that’s necessary to have and be able to do.

So when it comes down to it. I shared a lot of the same ideas with Angelou in this book, and the journey of her childhood was depicted wonderfully by her and I will remember the messages she reveals to the reader for a long time to come.

Just what ever you do, don’t get me started on how some schools ban this book. Because holy fucked up is all I can say without going on a rant about it. That post may come, you never know.

Anyways, that’s this Friday’s favourite!

Have you read this book already? Was it something you enjoyed or not so much? Share your thoughts!

Until next time,

Shayla