Review: Witch vs. Witch

Witch vs. Witch by A.C. Merkel

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

An interesting premise marred by subpar writing and stale tropes

Witch vs Witch by A C Merkel is a female/female paranormal romance centering on witches Farrah and Sirena who fall instantly in love at first sight only to later discover they are on opposite sides an apocalyptic battle.

I wanted to love this story , but it was sorely lack in plot, characterization, and the prose.

First, due to this being a novella, there wasn’t enough time to develop the plot beyond save Adrick, save Sirena, save the world. And because of this the relationship between Sirena and Farrah wasn’t developed at all. They literally go from strangers to hooking up and being being madly in love with each other after only seeing each other three times.

Moreover, the world building was lackluster and not fleshed out at all, and the story dragged towards the end.

This was made worse by the utter lack of variety in syntax or any detailed descriptions.

And when I finally got to the end it was beyond cheesy.

While this was a quick read, I only finished it because it was so short. Otherwise, I would have DNF’d it were it 300-plus pages.

Honestly, this read more like a first or second draft than a finished manuscript and could use a ton of editing/rewriting.

While I did enjoy Farrah’s sense of humor and thought her plant magic was a cool concept; it, like the novella in general, lacked in execution.

Overall, I didn’t like this novella much and only give it 3 out of 5 stars.

Maybe this story will resonate with you but it’s a pass for me. Rent it or sang it when it’s on sale.

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Review: Playing in the Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination

Playing in the Dark by Toni Morrison

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Written in 1992, Playing in the Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination by Toni Morrison is a work of literary criticism that focuses on how much of the western canon centers whiteness, to the exclusion of Black and Brown readers and writers, and how this limits the imaginative works of white writers.

At just over 100 pages, this is a short but dense essay, that is divided into three parts, each examining different works by white writers. It took me a minute to get what Morrison was laying down, and I plan to reread it and take notes as she packs so much knowledge and observations into such a short work.

Also, this book was a revelation to me, and I read it at exactly the right time. When I began writing, I eschewed “Black” stories and dialect, favoring universal (white) characters and modes of speech.
However, following the death of George Floyd, Brianna Taylor, Sandra Bland, and too many others to name, I’ve been leaning into my Blackness and pulling on the lived experiences of those around me.

Rather than swing from one extreme to the other, Morrison’s essay has showed me I don’t have to “write Black,” just write my truth by centering Blackness and not dumbing things down for those outside the culture.

What I loved about Morrison’s criticism was her unflinching honesty and lack of concern for the reactions of others. I also loved how she broke down things in each example she gave. Her prose was as precise as it was concise and was a pleasure to read.

While I was familiar with her fiction, this was the first piece of literary criticism from Morrison I’ve read, and I want to read more of her essays.

I can’t recommend this enough and given its low page-count it could easily be read in a day or two, making it the perfect weekend read.

If I had one criticism, I wished it were a bit longer, as I felt some topics were touched on without being fully explored. But otherwise, it was a great read. I give Playing in the Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination 5.0 out of 5.0 stars.




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Review: Beauregard And The Beast

Falls flat on both the romance and fairytale retelling.

Let me start by saying I wanted to like this book. A gay spin on Beauty and The Beast? Sign me up. Grumpy/sunshine, introvert/extrovert, nerd/jock? Triple check. However, this didn’t do it for me.

I will say from a technical standpoint Evie Drae is a competent writer as this book had few if any typos, grammatical errors, and was formatted well.

That said, this book failed to deliver on both the romance and fairytale aspect. Bo and Adam had no chemistry whatsoever and instantly wanted to hook up with each other. And aside from being gave and supposedly liking books, they had nothing in common.

I say supposedly because I don’t recall Adam ever picking up a book besides when he and Bo are studying to get their GED.

This combined with their lack of chemistry had me scratching my head as to why they’d be declaring their undying love for each other after only a few months of knowing the other, let alone why they’d be together at all. It felt to me like their whole relationship was surface level and based solely on looks/wanting to hook up.

As for the Beauty and The Beast aspect, it was nonexistent. You could have changed the names and it would have no effect on the story. There was no curse, no magic, no whimsy at all.

Additionally, the whole third act could have been resolved in a matter of paragraphs had they just talked and been honest with each other about what they wanted and were thinking/feeling.

As for the sex scenes, they lacked emotion and sensuality and towards the end I skipped them as they added nothing to the story.

This leads me to my next issue. Halfway through the second act, the story drags and by the last 60 or so pages I was tempted to DNF as nothing was happening. And by the end I was just glad to be done with this story.

 This book just didn’t spark joy for me. Check it out and maybe you’ll have a different experience.  

I give Beauregard and The Beast 2.0 out of 5 stars.

Review: Claime Me, Love Me

Claim Me, Love Me by Jaiyde Thomas

My rating: 1 of 5 stars

What a hot mess, emphasis on mess.

Claim Me, Love Me by Jaiyde Thomas is a BDSM m/m romance. It features Josiah, an out and proud frick boy who’s blind; and Caleb, his Uber driver, who’s closeted and suffers from anxiety and intimacy issues.

I wanted to like this book as I felt for Caleb and Josiah, but this book missed the mark in so many areas.

First, there was zero chemistry between Josiah and Caleb. They become obsessed with each other after exactly one meeting and then declare their undying love after only knowing each other a few months. I honestly don’t see what they saw in each other as they didn’t interact much, and when they did it was mostly to hook up (more on this later).

If this weren’t eye-roll-inducing enough, so much of the “conflict” in this story could have been easily solved had they just talked to each other. Also, they both needed a ton of therapy, but like in so many bad romances, Caleb’s and Josiah’s issues magically get better through the power of love (cue eye roll).

I don’t know much about BDSM, but I do know informed consent is a big part of it, and that was completely lacking with Josiah and Caleb. Josiah constantly sprang things on Caleb and expected him to be cool with it. And not to kink shame, but I found the whole Sub/Dom thing as depicted in this book to be abusive like crazy.

If someone isn’t comfortable doing something, as Caleb makes clear to Josiah several times throughout the book, then you should respect their boundaries. Yet, he kept pushing Caleb to do things he wasn’t ready for.

But the biggest offender in this book is the writing, especially the dialog. It’s just so bad. Like every time someone talks, they always say the other person’s name. Also, so much passive voice. And I lost count of how many times I cringed during Caleb and Josiah’s Sub/Dom conversations.

The common thread between them all being it didn’t ring true and felt forced.

I kept reading, hoping things would get better but they got worse, and I found myself skimming the pages, especially the mechanically sex scenes devoid of any emotion or sensuality.

And while I’m on the topic of sex scenes, there’s a scene where Josiah gets wasted and has unprotected sex with multiple people, then he later talks about how he doesn’t want to risk passing anything to Caleb so they should hold off on sex until he gets his test results. Yet they then have unprotected oral sex.

Make that make sense.

This book was just a hot mess, and I can’t give it more than 1 star. Skip it.





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Review: Storming (The Coven of Zora #2)

The second entry in LD Valentine’s QPOC-led fantasy series finds water witch Adam taking the reins as coven leader after a powerful psychic demon enthralls Xavier and kidnaps him.

It took me a minute to get into this book, but once I did, I loved it. It was nice seeing all the characters grow and respond to Xavier’s absence. I also liked the scenes between Adam and Serea and how they butted heads, and him having to deal with the politics involved with Zora.

But this book isn’t without its faults.

First, after Adam and Max got into a fight, I thought they were too easy to forgive each other given everything that transpired between them.

Second, the story dragged a bit towards the middle and got repetitive with all the scenes of them fighting Xavier only for him to best them and retreat.

Third, I felt how Adam survived a fetal encounter tipped into deus ex machina territory, as it’s something that no water witch has ever been able to do nor is it ever explained and only commented on twice.

Fourth, the ending came off rushed, anticlimactic, and things wrapped up too neatly.

That said, I liked this book overall and can’t wait for the next in the series to drop. If you liked the first book, go ahead and add this one to your TBR list now.   

I give Storming (The Coven of Zora #2) 4 out of 5 stars.  

Review: Steppin’ Out: Poems and Thoughts From Yaad

Steppin’ Out: Poems and Thoughts From Yaad is a short collection of poems and reflection from Jamacian poet Patricia J. Cameron. Told in both Standard English and Pidgin English, the poems run the gamut from love, religion, family, and island life. 

At first the pidgin English was hard to understand, but I quickly figured it out and grew to love the musicality of it. I also loved learning about the Black experience through the lens of a native Jamaican. 

However, my biggest complaint is the formatting issues that made it at times hard to read. I also thought the collection was a little short at barely 60 pages. That said, I’m looking forward to reading more of Mx. Cameron’s work in the future. 

I give Steppin’ Out: Poems and Thoughts From Yaad  3.0 out of 5.0 stars. Definitely check this out.      

Review: Project Himbo

Project Himbo by S.J. Whitby

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


What a weird, wonderful, wild ride through time and space.

Set after Mutantsitters Club, Project Himbo by SJ Whitby plays with time and narrative structure to show the events of the Dark Year and the backstory of several new characters.

Joining the cast are Goat Bee, a transwoman with goat hooves and horns; Eva, a sentient algae colony suspended in water contained in an AI-controlled suit who became a mutant to exterminate mutants; Ian, Ion Storm, Eva’s partner and lover who can manipulated electricity; Nails, who shoots nails from machinery in their mouth; Twinkle Lights, who has Jubilee-esque light powers; Hench, a windup biomechanical mutant who has worked for various villains to pay of her medical debt; and Tentacle Princess, a hyperdimensional alien creature whose race were worshiped like gods and fed on humans and Cybele.

Fan favorites Feral, Penance, and Onimaru also make appearances, but my favorite of the new mutants is Eva. Her backstory and raison d’etre drew me in, and I would read a whole book from her point of view. And it’s her quest to save Ian that propels the story forward as she seeks to reverse time, creating pocket dimensions and nearly destroying the space-time continuum in the process.

Which leads me to my next point.

Unlike previous entries in the series, Project Himbo uses multiple first-person POVs and switches between past and present, which was confusing at first trying to keep the timelines and characters straight. It also veers into metafiction at time with the characters talking about things like narrative arcs, plot structure, and character development.

Ultimately, I got what Mx. Whitby was trying to accomplish, but I can see how this book could throw readers off, especially in Penance’s chapters where it delves into religion, philosophy, and the metaphysics behind her powers.

At times, the book all but broke the fourth wall, and while I predicted the twist, it was still a head trip getting there.

Overall, I loved this book much more than The Mutantsitters Club and can’t wait to see where the series goes next. I give Project Himbo 5.0 out of 5.0 stars.





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Review: Epic Farm Boy

Epic Farm Boy by Sam Ferguson

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


Epic Farm Boy by Sam Ferguson is a metafiction fantasy novel about struggling writer Jack and Simplin the Wise, his disgruntled stock character who wants an adventure of his own and forces Jack to write it.

This is the gist of the story and honestly it falls flat.

Simplin , Lucas, Luriel, and the other characters were the definition of boring. I would have preferred reading more of Bevin’s story as that was at least interesting. But the story I got was just bad all around. The copious pop culture references to better fantasy series only served to drive home how much this book lacked.

And if that weren’t bad enough, the attempts at humor had me cringing they were so bad.
I was sorely tempted to DNF as the plot meandered and stalled, such as when Luriel’s sister recounted how she rescued Lucas and droned on for several paragraphs what could have relayed in a few sentences.

But worst of all was the ending. All the buildup to the confrontation with Skid Mark the Brown (yes, that’s the big bad’s name), only for it to mean nothing. After reading the last page I felt cheated and that my time was wasted.

Epic Farm Boy was an epic failure, and I give it 2.0 out of 5.0 stars and don’t recommend reading it.




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Review: Tristan Strong Keeps Punching

Tristan Strong Keeps Punching by Kwame Mbalia

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


Tristan Strong Keeps Punching is the third entry in Kwame Mbalia’s middle grade fantasy series inspired by African American and West African folklore. Picking up a few weeks after book two, Tristan must track down the missing Alkean inhabitants and children with fragments of Alke’s story woven within them, while trying to defeat the haint King Cotton and his Redliners, who want to take over the world and make it a safe space for them and their racist hateful views.

This time around, Tristan must deal with anger issues and questioning whether he’s worthy of still being an Anasesem and the Alkean Gods’ champion.

This time around, Tristan must deal with anger issues and questioning whether he’s worthy of still being an Anasesem and the Alkean Gods’ champion.

I don’t know what happened between the last book and this one, but I found Tristan to be so annoying. He constantly ran off halfcocked, ignoring everyone’s advice not to go off alone, and put himself and others in danger. And he suffers no consequences for his actions.

I get the adults are useless trope exists in middle grade and young adult novel for a reason, but just once I wished Tristan would have listened, instead of thinking he knew better. I could have excused this as his being only twelve-years-old, had he learned form his actions, but he doesn’t at all. And the only reason he survives is because of plot armor.

I also felt the romance Mbalia is setting up for Tristan and Ayanna wasn’t needed at all and it came off as an afterthought.

I will say Tristan’s sense of humor, which hooked me, was on showcase here, but those moments were rare as he spends mostly of the story complaining about things as though that alone will change things.

Overall while I did enjoy this book, I liked it much less than the other entries in the series. But I’m hopeful to see where the series goes next now that there is an army of kids with Alkean magic other there to be found and trained.

I give Tristan Strong Keeps Punching 3.0 out of 5.0 stars. If you liked the previous entries in the series, then check this one out. But know that it’s nowhere as light or funny, and Tristan can work your last nerve with his complaining.











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Review: American Carnage

Directed by Diego Hallivis and written by Diego and Jorge Hallivis, American Carnage(2022) is a horror movie starring Jenna Ortega (Camila) from Wednesday and Scream 5, Jorge Lenedeborg Jr. (JP), and Allen Maldonado (Big Mac) as the children of undocumented immigrants who find themselves arrested after their governor signs an executive order cracking down on illegal immigration.

The movie focuses on JP trying to find his sister Lily (Yumarie Morales) after they are arrested and sent to separate holding facilities. While awaiting trial, JP’s court-appointed lawyer tells him about an elder care program, EATU, which if he completes, ICE will drop all charges against him. JP agrees and soon discovers all is not as it seems, and he must escape before being killed.

While the premise seemed interesting, it lacked in executions. JP and the other characters were flat, and the movie was predictable to the point of being boring. I saw all the twists coming and even the gore was underwhelming.

I will say it was nice seeing a horror movie through the lens of the undocumented immigrant experience. But I felt the antagonists came off as cartoonishly evil and the movie felt preachy at times. Overall, it was forgettable, mid, and left me saying, “Meh,” once the credits rolled.

I give American Carnage (022) 3 out of five stars. Only check this out if there’s nothing better on or you need to kill some time, otherwise skip it.   

Review: Dark Star by Arch Hunter

Dark Star by Arch Hunter

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


Short and sweet but lacking depth.

Dark Star by Arch hunter is a short young adult LGBTQ+ romance novel that follows sixteen-year-old Tyler, the son of a conservative politician, who develops a sudden crush on his classmate Rufus and then must choose between being with his homophobic popular friends or being true to himself and pursuing his feeling for Rufus.

Overall, I like the story and thought Tyler and Rufus were well-rounded characters; however, I thought the other characters weren’t as developed and came off as one-dimensional.

I also thought the ending was abrupt and left a lot of questions unanswered. With a bit more editing this could have been a 5-star book. But as it stands, I give Dark Star three out of five stars.

Definitely check this out if you’re looking for a short, fun read.




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Perfectionist

Woman with red lipstick painting

You’re not fine,

You’re losing your mind

Cuz this world ain’t kind

To the neurodivergent inclined.

Now you’re in a bind,

Cuz you’ve fallen behind

And there’s no time to rewind

And reassess.

Now you’re pressed,

Staring into the abyss,

Feeling worthless,

Wishing your brain hurt less.

You’re a mess,

Searching for a purpose,

Thirsting

For meaning in the meaningless.

You stay stressed,

Proving you’re best

And will accept 

Nothing less than

Perfection.

Yes.

You’re in overachiever Hell.

Take a rest.

You’re unwell.

Internet Famous

image by Antony Trivet via scop.io

Like, share, repost.

Every day we do the most

Playing their game,

Chasing internet fame.

All for companies who 

don’t know our names,

Who got us digging our grave.

We clowning on main,

Going insane,

Tap dancing like slaves.

As they 

Pulling our strings.

We ready to give up the ghost,

Just to see whose post

Gets liked the most.

Social media got folks

Going for broke

 Just to stoke

The flames of Capitalism.

Here’s a dose of realism:

We’re living in a technological 

Oligarchical dystopia. 

Bruh, we’re biological

Oddities.

We inhabit ephemeral bodies,

But seek to be eternal.

We say we love our fellow man.

But on the other hand,

We reduce everything to numismatics.

Here’s my syllogism:

We’re so addicted to 

Getting clicks

We don’t get

How much it’s making us sick, 

See how it’s making us pricks.

All for billionaire gits,

Who give no shits

As we slit our wrists,

So our name’s atop an arbitrary list.

Pills

image by Miguel Carro Pombo via scop.io

I take pills, 

So I know what’s real. 

Pills, so I won’t kill 

Myself.   

But these pills  

don’t let me feel 

Much. 

I take pills

So I don’t seize,  

So I don’t  sneeze, 

So my heart beats with ease, 

And I don’t keel 

Over. 

Pills to lower 

My cholesterol,  

To improve my mood overall. 

I take pills so my 

Blood sugar falls. 

Y’all, I’mma be real. 

I’m sick of pills. 

Fuck White Supremacy

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There’s no excuse 

For your abuse. 

You’re human refuse. 

I refuse  

to be used 

To sooth 

Your bruised 

Ego. 

I am not your negro. 

I am not your hoe. 

No, my fro 

Ain’t public property. 

Us Black folks  

Ain’t a joke. 

  

My body  

Ain’t an curio  

For you to peruse,   

Then throw away  

When you through. 

My pain isn’t a commodity. 

My humanity isn’t a cafeteria. 

You can’t pick and choose  

Which parts of me to use  

And which to refuse. 

With all due respect 

I reject your defected 

Infected white supremacist  

World view. 

Screw you.