Hey guys! Long time no post! Well today, I’m going to be raving about Seeker, part 2 in the KEEPER Duology by Kim Chance! I’ve been a fan of this book from the get go- I even beta-read for it, which was an honour. If you haven’t read Keeper already, I suggest you do so.
Goodreads blurb: Lainey’s normal, bookworm life no longer exists. With her family murdered by the Master, she joins forces with a group of Supernatural rebels. But as she struggles to cope with her new role as Keeper and the uncontrollable power it gives her, Lainey realizes that magic does indeed leave a mark—but it’s not always physical.
Ty isn’t one of the good guys. He’s done terrible things, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. Even if it hurts. Even if it means betraying the girl he loves…again.
For Maggie, all her comic book dreams have come true, and her new life as a Shifter is just beginning. But with war closing in, is it truly a dream or a death sentence?
In the ultimate battle for power, Lainey, Ty, and Maggie must face-off against the Master, and work together to discover the greatest weapon of all.
First of all, I want to say how proud I am of Kim. I know how much she gave this book, and it’s paid off; hard moments and all. I’ve had the privilege of beta reading Seeker and getting an E-Arc from Netgalley, and I have some serious feelings about this book. There’s drama, humour, Marvel references, love, and the ties of friendship that literally make me cry. I’m not kidding when I say that Lainey and Maggie are friendship goals.
NOW, onto the review stuff. I’m going to keep-er this spoiler free (hahaha). Seeker picks up so seamlessly from Keeper. Right away you’re thrown into the thick of the consequences of Keeper (no spoilers! You gotta go read it). Kim somehow manages to balance out and maintain the tension from here while still wriggling in some tender moments between various relationships. Essentially, it’s an emotional roller-coaster. My favourite part of these books though are how human the characters are. They’re all in the midst of the worst situation of their lives but they still have their arguments, their moments of teenage angst, and parental conflict. They aren’t written like adults, like a lot of YA authors seem to do, and I love it. I’m glad to see teens being teens.
While I’m sad to see the conclusion of Lainey, Maggie, and Ty’s story, I’m completely satisfied with the way Kim handled it. I think she’s left the door open enough in case she wants to see them again. This is also straight up a request: Kim, write a prequel about my gal Josephine!! I need this in my life!
Hey guys! It’s been a while since I posted- my bad. Between Nanowrimo, getting prepped to go back to study next year, and getting sick a bunch (thanks, bronchitis), I haven’t had the most energy, not going to lie.
However! I plan to make a fresh start and get back into my writing routine, as well as spice things up a bit over the summer/new year. I’ve also been posting short stories I’ve written for anthologies that don’t make it on wattpad and I’m toying with a for fun podcast idea.
Also, I just barely won Nano, which is upsetting. I had a 60k goal mark but getting bronchitis in the last week really messed me up. I also changed project partway through, and am generally unhappy with what I wrote. On the plus side, I feel better about going back to Lacrimosa to prep it for CP reading.
So, normally when I start a blog, I have a title/outline/at least some sort of idea of what I want to accomplish. I just feel so flat this week though, so I thought a little journal blogging might help me out a bit. I’m sorry this isn’t writing related, but maybe it’s something someone might seek comfort in? I’m not sure. I’m tired.
I’m currently in what feels like a thick, disgusting swamp. I’m waist high in goop and I’m fighting to trudge through this muck, but in honesty- it’s weighing me down. My self esteem, my confidence, my motivation- they’re down, slowly being eaten away from the inside. I don’t have the energy to do basic stuff, let alone write, or work on my dreams. Therapy drains me- I don’t enjoy the whole group experience. I feel over empathetic, and I take home with me the stuff that isn’t kept private. A lot of it should be, too. So along with my own running inner monologue of loathing and self doubt, I take on the burden of others.
That’s super selfish to say. A lot of people won’t be so blunt like that. Sometimes I get tempted to call x,y,z out. “Hey, you’re breaking the rules! We’re here to learn to be normal people!” Then I wonder if that’s fair of me. I’m basing my perception of normal on- what? This forced narrative that people need to be a certain way, that my brain being wired the way it is- that’s sickness, an illness. That’s not normal. In the majority sense- fair enough. It still gets me down when I’m berated for needing a little extra time, a little extra rest. It’s like when you could use those extra two hours of sleep in, and you’d just slam your day. Instead you get three broken hours of sleep and are expected to be a fully functioning human. That’s my brain like, most of the time.
Even right now, I can’t really focus on what I’m writing. I worry my entire life is going to be that- an unfocused, garbled mess. That even taking things one step at a time, one day at a time, is hard. I guess that’s why we write though- to get thoughts on the page and give our minds a break.