#Jay Kirkman

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Boxing up “Beyond the Box” reader’s comments on the Scars Block intros.

You can find Part 1 (old frame theme decks) here, and Part 2 (new frame theme decks) here. There may be a fourth part covering the small intro packs and duel decks: we’ll see. As mentioned before in those two links, Beyond the Box was a regular precon focused column written by Jay from Ertai’s Lament. I have used some of the comments on this articles in my “Compendium” posts, for instance for…

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THE WALKING DEAD by Robert Kirkman and Jay Bonansinga. Art binding by Jason Patrician of The Fish Bindery.

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Robert Kirkman and Lorenze De Felici announce a stacked variant cover lineup for Void Rivals #1

Robert Kirkman and Lorenze De Felici announce a stacked variant cover lineup for Void Rivals #1 #comics #comicbooks

Skybound has revealed the variant cover offering for Void Rivals #1, the debut issue of the new comic book series from the iconic Oblivion Song team of Robert Kirkman and Lorenzo De Felici, along with colorist Matheus Lopes and letterer Rus Wooton. Void Rivals promises to introduce the world to an all-new shared universe with a surprise that won’t be revealed until the first issue arrives in…

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Sixteen

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, discussion of past suicide, discussion of sibling death, discussion of parent death, mention of depression, mention of medical procedures, men being creepy, description of nightmares (being tied up, being held at gunpoint, allusion to rape), PTSD, panic attacks

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Though it was already getting late when he came in, Daryl and I sat on that infirmary table and talked for a long time. I talked more about my mom, and he started slowly opening up about the things he and Merle got into before the world fell. There were a lot of drugs and drinking from what I was able to gather, but he was a bit conservative with the details. I didn’t mind that at all. Just the fact that he was willing to even lightly approach the more vulnerable subjects meant a lot to me. It made me feel like he felt I was a safe person to talk to, to be open with, and it made me happy that I could do that for him.

“My mom, she always saw the good in everyone. Both of my parents really, but her in particular. She was so caring, giving, always wanting to do the absolute most she could for the people she cared about,” I explained.

“Guess that’s where ya get it from,” Daryl replied, eliciting a small, flattered smile from me.

“That’s why watching her spiral after Preston died was even harder to watch. For two months, she sank deeper and deeper into this bottomless pit of depression. My dad, Jay, Eli, and I did everything we could to try to help her. Mind you, Jay and Eli had been deployed in the middle of all of this, and I was still in med school, so we tried our hardest with everything else we had going on. And then she just…couldn’t take it anymore.”

I could feel myself getting emotional, and I tried my best to turn it off. I blinked back some tears, and tiny droplets flew off my lashes onto the lenses of my glasses. “She tried her best to be the best example she could for my brothers and I. She told me that when she was growing up, she’d always say that if she ever had kids, she would do everything she could to make sure we made the world a better place. I didn’t learn that until I was older and had already decided I wanted to be a doctor, but it helped reaffirm for me that going to med school was the right decision.”

“She’d be proud of ya,” he said, his tone a little softer now. I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from turning into a blubbering, sobbing mess right then and there. He reached out and stroked the back of my arm with his fingers, just like he had done earlier during target practice. “Speakin’ of med school, don’t think I ever asked ya what your favorite part ‘bout bein’ a doctor is.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite, but what I find most fulfilling is when people come in, alive but unconscious or barely conscious, and they don’t think they’re going to make it. They may have already started making peace with the fact that they were likely going to die. And then hours or days later, they awaken & I get to be there to greet them and tell them that they made it. They almost always start crying, and their family might come in, and pretty soon it’s just a room full of people sobbing. They thank me over and over, sometimes followed by a story about how now they’ll be around to see their child get married or their grandchild graduate.” I took my glasses off and set them beside me on the table, using the back of my hands to wipe the tears off my cheeks. “I do what I need to do quickly so that I can give them their time together and also try not to start crying myself. I also find doing skin grafts really fulfilling because it can help people who’ve had really bad injuries or burns feel semi-normal again. The world is cruel towards people who don’t look “perfect,” so if I can help someone feel a bit more confident in themselves after an accident, that makes me happy.”

Daryl leaned over and grabbed a tissue box off of the counter, handing it to me. “Could ya show me some stuff ‘bout skin grafts?”

I pulled a few of the tissues out and dabbed at my eyes with them. “Umm, sure. Yeah, I can teach you about them. Why?"

"I like learnin’ ‘bout the things ya interested in. I may not understand it, but if it's important to ya, it's important to me." That warming sensation returned to my chest, this time so intense that I thought it might burst through my ribcage. Thankfully I was sitting because I felt my knees weaken, and a big, stupid grin spread across my face as I stared down at my feet swinging back and forth. That was exactly what I had said to him when I asked him to teach me things about his bike.

“Yeah, I can teach you some stuff,” I said, “whenever you want works for me.”

“Later ‘cause ya lookin’ real tired,” Daryl said, hopping off of the exam table and gathering his bow off the floor.

“Hey Daryl?” I said, and he turned his body to face me. I slid myself off the exam table as well. “There’s been a lot of…heavy emotions in here tonight. I just wanna make sure you’re ok.”

“‘ll be alright,” he replied. I took my tissues off the table and tossed them into the nearby trash can. “What about you?”

“Me too. I’ll be ok,” I said as we walked towards the door together, “and thank you for being vulnerable with me. I appreciate it. I hope…I hope you don’t regret it.”

“Nah, don’t got regrets with tellin’ ya things,” Daryl said. He opened the door and held it for me. I flipped the light switch off, and I was grateful for the darkness of night that now concealed my blushing face. He let the door swing shut behind him.

As we reached the path, the guys that were on gate duty with Daryl were walking by, heading home after their shift change. One of them walked by without so much as a glance in our direction. The other two walked by slowly, the looks on their faces ones I knew all too well. Every woman under the sun knew that look—being ogled, them undressing you with their eyes, thinking about the things they wanted to do to you. It made me nauseous. I took a step back, and Daryl held an arm out in front of me as if to let them know that if they wanted to approach me, they’d have to go through him.

I wondered which one of them was responsible for Daryl’s injury. If I ever found out, there would be hell to pay.

We watched them in silence until they were down the path and approaching their homes. Only then did Daryl move his arm out from in front of me.

“I don’t like the way they were looking at me,” I said as we continued home.

“Me neither,” Daryl agreed, “don’t worry though. They know not to say nothin’ to ya. Let me know if they do. Rough ‘em more if I gotta.”

“Thanks Daryl,” I replied as we went inside.

I kicked my boots off and yawned, stretching my arms out over my head. “I think I’m gonna go to sleep. I’m sure it’s late.” I hadn’t eaten since lunch, but the exhaustion I was feeling from my busy day was overshadowing my grumbling stomach.

Daryl sauntered into the kitchen and pulled a pot out from one of the cabinets. “I’ll save some food for ya.”

“Thank you,” I replied. I turned and started to make my way towards the stairs to go to my room, but stopped and turned back around. “Goodnight my little Georgia peach.” I’d started calling him that a couple of weeks ago, only in private, and even though he almost always scoffed at me when I did, I knew he didn’t hate it. He might’ve even liked it a little.

“‘Night short stuff,” he said. He’d taken to calling me “short stuff” because of my reactions to being called “tiny.” I knew he was only teasing when he called me “short stuff” or “tiny,” but I would be lying if I said I didn’t absolutely love it when he called me by one of his nicknames for me.

What Daryl and I had had definitely evolved beyond just a friendship. It was more of a…flirtationship, if you will.

At this point, I’d been at Alexandria for a month and a half or so. And the night that I’d been dreading for weeks finally came—the night that the horrible nightmare I’d been having became crystal clear.

Every sound, every touch, every sight was as clear as could be. It was like I’d been sucked back in time and was right back in that moment again.

I felt the cold barn floor underneath me and his crushing weight on top of me. I felt my hands tied above my head and the rope digging into my skin as I writhed around. I could hear his heavy breathing and the gun scrape against my teeth as it was forced into my mouth. I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks as I realized what was happening. And I could see his face—his evil, smug fucking face no less than two inches from mine.

In my head, the scream I let out could’ve shattered glass.

I awoke on the floor, running my hands all over my body in a panicked state. It took several moments for me to realize I was awake, back on my bedroom floor in Alexandria, like I always was. I hadn’t felt fear like that since the incident itself. The adrenaline that was coursing through my veins was the only thing that kept me upright.

I curled up into a ball against the bed, sobbing hysterically into my knees. My tears felt scalding, burning my skin as they slid down off of my cheeks. I was so wrapped up in my fear that I didn’t think about how Daryl would be coming in at any moment, just like he always did. Nor did I hear the door open when he finally did.

I heard his familiar footsteps move from the door around the bed over to me. He knelt, then sat down next to me. I didn’t look up at him, I couldn’t. I felt so ashamed, both for how my nightmare made me feel and for Daryl having to see me like this. Sure, he’d seen me cry on a few occasions, but none of those times were like this. None were this intense, this visceral, this raw.

“Hey, are ya ok? Ya get hurt?” Daryl asked, his tone velvety soft and a level of concern in his voice I’d never heard before. I didn’t know what to say or do. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to curl up into the tiniest ball possible and disappear. Even if I had anything to say, I couldn’t find my voice.

When I didn’t say a word or move an inch, he scooted himself a little closer to me until his knee was against my leg. He placed a hand on my back, rubbing it up and down between my waist and my shoulders.

“Vec, what happened?” he asked, more worry in his voice than before, “talk to me.”

I practically lunged at him as I fell forward and wrapped my arms around him. It was like I didn’t have control over my body. I needed something familiar, something safe. More so someone familiar, someone safe. And he was right there. My body was reaching for him whether I wanted it to or not.

“It was so real,” I choked out between sobs, “it was so clear.” His strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me even closer to him until my head was resting in the crook of his neck, my heaving chest pressed to his. And he held me there as I continued to sob.

He was warm, like a heater, and his embrace around me was strong, but there was so much care and tenderness behind it. Even though the intense fear was still plaguing my nervous system, I felt safe wrapped up in his arms. He rubbed one hand up and down my back again.

“You’re ok. You’re safe. It can’t hurt ya,” he reassured.

It was a long time before either of us said anything. After a time, he moved his hand that was rubbing up and down my back to the back of my head and stroked my hair. He held me while I cried, and at one point, he started gently rocking me back and forth. I only continued to feel more ashamed, my face getting hot from embarrassment. I felt like such a baby.

“It was like I was right back in that moment.”

I immediately regretted what I had said. If someone said that to me when referencing a nightmare they had, I would assume that this nightmare was them reliving a horrific experience. And knowing that Daryl listened to every single word that came out of my mouth, he now knew that this, in fact, was real. That I dreamt of a real-life horror story night after night.

“You’re not there. You’re here,” Daryl said as he continued to stroke my hair. He handled me like glass, like he thought I might break if he was even just a little too heavy-handed.

“I could see, hear, feel everything.” I sobbed harder. I felt disgusting, vile, like a thousand showers in bleach couldn’t even scrub away the feeling of disgust I experienced.

Daryl stopped rocking me and moved his hand back to my back. “I know that’s scary. But you’re here now, and I got ya.” He somehow pulled me even closer to him, which I didn’t think was possible.

“I just want the pain to stop.”

“I know.” He didn’t know. He had no idea what I was talking about. But I know he knew how it felt to carry the pain of a traumatic incident and wanting that pain to go away.

My sobbing didn’t let up for a long time. When it started to, it was very gradual. Daryl held onto me the whole time, giving me reminders now and then that I was ok, he was there, and I was safe. After a long, long time, my crying had almost stopped, and I picked my head up off of Daryl’s shoulder. The crook of his neck and the shoulder of his shirt were soaked.

“I’m sorry I got your shirt wet,” I said. It felt like a silly thing to say, but I felt terrible.

“Nah, ’s not important.” He pressed tenderly on my shoulders, ushering me to lift my head out in front of him. For the first time in what felt like the hours we’d been sitting here, I met his gaze. My eyes were puffy, I didn’t need to see them to know that. I’m sure they were red too. I hated that he had to see me like this. “How ya feelin’?”

“Like shit,” I said, “I’m too scared to go back to sleep.” When I would fall out of bed after my initial nightmare, the nightmare never continued once I fell back asleep. That wasn’t what I was worried about.

What I was worried about was seeing that stupid, smug face every time I closed my eyes.

“You can go back to bed,” I said, resting my head back in the crook of his neck, “I’m sorry I kept you up for so long.”

“’s no trouble. C’mon, I’ll stay with ya ’til ya fall asleep,” Daryl said. He got up and stood over me, reaching his arms out for me to grab his hands. He pulled me up, and I was barely on my feet for a second before I fell back into the bed. My whole body felt weak, like my muscles were made of jello.

“Are you sure? I’ve already kept you up for long enough.” Daryl came around to the other side of the bed and sat down, scooting back until he was resting against the headboard. I used what small amount of energy I had left to move until I was laid down, rolling onto my side to face him and pulling my blanket up to my chin.

“I’m sure.” He extended his hand out, resting it next to me, palm up. I reached out and placed my hand in his, and he gently stroked my fingers with his thumb. I’m sure the moment would’ve felt more magical if I didn’t feel like such garbage.

“I’m so sorry, Daryl. I feel like such a burden.”

“Ya ain’t a burden, sunshine. Ya never are.”

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|| An independent blog centered on BRIAN BLAKE aka "THE GOVERNOR", of THE WALKING DEAD comics + The Novel Series by Jay Bonansinga and Robert Kirkman.

An exploration in: 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘙 By Robert Kirkman and Jay Bonansinga

“It’s never-ever going to be okay, never-ever-ever-ever-ever.” “You still think this is funny?” “Holy freaking Jesus, look at this!” “Here’s to all the rich motherfuckers of the world.” “The fuse is lit, brother. The clock is ticking.” “Gotta keep moving forward.” “Goddamnit, shut up and let me think!” “It’s too dangerous out here in the dark.” “There’s gonna come a day when everything’s all better.” “The point is, there is no point.” “Give it a rest.” “I got the highest standards of anybody I know.” “Where I come from, that’s called murder.” “Long term plans are like a luxury I haven’t even thought about." “The hell’s the matter with you?” “I don’t judge you, I never will.” “You’re gonna be okay, we’re gonna get you fixed up.” “The Devil’s figured out a way to keep people’s souls trapped on earth.” “Nobody gives two pieces of a rat’s ass what you do.” “Mind your own goddamn business.” “Not a big talker, are you?” “Entropy… empires fall, stars wink out… the ice cubes in your drink melt.” “I can’t remember anything but this shit storm we’re living in.” “Go back to where you came from, before you get yourself hurt.” “Have mercy on us all.” “You know I love you, right?"

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Invincible - Season 2 Trailer

PEOPLE OF EARTH, Prime Video presents the SEASON 2 TRAILER OF INVINCIBLE. New episodes coming November 3!!! Based on the groundbreaking comic book by Robert Kirkman, Cory Walker, and Ryan Ottley, the story revolves around 18-year-old Mark Grayson, who’s just like every other guy his age—except his father is (or was) the most powerful superhero on the planet. Still reeling from Nolan’s betrayal in Season 1, Mark struggles to rebuild his life as he faces a host of new threats, all while battling his greatest fear - that he might become his father without even knowing it. Starring Steven Yeun, with Sandra Oh, Zazie Beetz, Grey DeLisle, Chris Diamantopoulos, Walton Goggins, Gillian Jacobs, Jason Mantzoukas, Ross Marquand, Khary Payton, Zachary Quinto, Andrew Rannells, Kevin Michael Richardson, Seth Rogen, and J.K. Simmons. Joining the Season 2 cast are Sterling K. Brown, Peter Cullen, Rob Delaney, Calista Flockhart, Phil LaMarr, Luke MacFarlane, Tatiana Maslany, Scott McNairy, Jay Pharoah, Ella Purnell, Tim Robinson, Ben Schwartz, Rhea Seehorn, Lea Thompson, Paul F. Tompkins, Shantel VanSanten, and more.

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A vida dói muito mais do que a morte”. Jim Morrison* . *apud Robert Kirkman e Jay Bonansinga in The Walking Dead: O Caminho para Woodbury.

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Beyond "Beyond The Box": Readers' comments on Theme Decks.

Jay of Ertai’s Lament fame also wrote articles for a couple different sites in addition to the blog. I’ve started mining these for my “Compendium” posts, and to make things easier I’ve fired everything into a google docs file and grouped them by set. I then had the thought that it was probably worth just making a couple of dedicated posts about them. They’ll all trickle out eventually as I go…

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The Mole People – Universal Remaking the Classic 1956 Monster Movie

Universal Pictures continues to tap into its classic monsters vault. The studio has acquired a pitch for a revamp of 1956 horror film The Mole People pitched by Chris Winterbauer, who’ll write the script.

In the new take, a woman travels to a town veiled in a conspiracy to rescue her grandchildren from their father. To do this, she must fight through hell in the underground tunnels where the Mole People reside. In the 1956 original, archaeologists stumble into the underground lair of a race of darkness-dwellers who can see in low light and have no pigmentation after being out of the light for so long. The high priest who rules the small pocket of mole people is threatened by the newcomers and wants them dead.

The pic will be produced by The Walking Dead creator Robert Kirkman and Dave Alpert at Skybound. Universal execs Holly Goline, Jay Polidoro and Matt Reilly are overseeing for the studio.

WME reps Winterbauer.

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There's a Dragon on the Loose in Fire Power by Kirkman & Samnee #20

There's a Dragon on the Loose in Fire Power by Kirkman & Samnee #20 #comics #comicbooks

Image and Skybound unveiled a vibrant first look at Fire Power by Kirkman & Samnee #20, from the star-studded team of writer Robert Kirkman, artist Chris Samnee, colorist Matthew Wilson, and letterer Rus Wooton. Fire Power #20 follows the shocking revelation in issue #19 that another Johnson family member wields the Fire Power, which may be a fortunate development now that there’s a giant dragon…

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Bloodghast by Daarken

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March Wrap Up | 2019

This was a decent month for reading. I read twelve books but a lot of them were manga and graphic novels so that helped boost the amount of books but didn’t help with the page count. But there were some pretty good books!

The first book I read was Little Witch Academia Vol. 1 by Yoh Yoshinari:

*takes a deep breath* SO PRECIOUS! I started watching the anime on Netflix and I am in absolute love. I saw that the first volumes of the manga were on Amazon so I snatched them up. They’re just as cute. We even get to see a little bit more of the backstories to our protagonists. I like the twists the mangaka does to the stories and the little changes. Wonderful start! Five out of five stars.

Then I read Little Witch Academia Vol. 2:

Another super cute volume! I love getting to see more of Frank and Andrew’s school. The boys are so silly and I love seeing what the “normal” people think of the witches. I still don’t really understand the conflict that much between the normies and witches but whatever. So precious and I loved it! Five out of five stars.

Then I “finished” The Priory of the Orange by Samantha Shannon:

Alright I actually stopped this book with like 50 pages to go because I was just so bored. There’s something about Samantha Shannon that is just too much for me. Her stories are always so convoluted that it’s hard for me to follow. They’re not really particularly complex, just something about them makes them really overly complicated. I had the same problem with the Bone Season. This book was just too long, had too many characters, after a while I just stopped caring. I mean I guess I made it to the 750 page mark so something kept me reading but after a while I just stopped caring. I still gave it three out of five stars just because I got so far but whatever.

Then I read The Walking Dead Vol 1: Days Gone Bye by Robert Kirkman:

I had the sudden urge to read this…did I mention that zombies terrify me? This was pretty good, I don’t know if I’ll continue with this because…zombies terrify me. However it was a cool comic and a nice break from the other stuff I’ve been reading. Four out of five stars.

Then I picked up This One Summer by Mariko Tamaki:

In my YA literature class my professor had a week on graphic novels she brought this book in and I asked to borrow it. It was pretty good. I don’t have too much to say about it because there wasn’t that much plot to it or anything. It was just an interesting summer between these two girls. It was dull for a few parts but I mostly enjoyed it. I gave it five out of five stars.

Then I borrowed my professor’s copy of Anya’s Ghost by Vera Brosgol:

This was a really good story! I really enjoyed Anya as a protagonist. There were a few points where I got chills. I really felt bad for Emily in the beginning. Then when she said she was murdered, it was really insane. But then when it was revealed what happened, it was so insane! Then everything she was doing to Anya’s family. It was so intense. One of my favorites of the year. Five out of five stars, easily.

Next I reread Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher:

I had to pick a banned book for my YA Literature class, so I decided to reread this one. On second reading it wasn’t as good as I remember it. The ending was still pretty strong but I found myself starting to dislike Hannah. She’s really selfish for doing this to these people, especially Clay. I really liked the ending and Clay reaching out to Skye. It kind of made me want to rewatch the first season of the show but I’m probably not going to do that. I lowered this to four stars.

I then read American Gods by Neil Gaiman:

I really enjoyed this book, the concept is just so awesome. The one problem I have with it, is that Gaiman tends to write giant worlds but only shows a small fraction of them. It’s a little bit better than in The Graveyard Book (by the way at some point Shadow goes to graveyard and I wonder if that’s a reference) but I would have liked to see more of the modern gods. I also really want to see the show now. Five out of five stars.

Then I read Avengers Annual #10 by Chris Claremont:

An absolutely wonderful read. I was recommended this book because it was the origin of Rouge and I loved the character. The art was stunning and the plot interesting. So much action. Could not recommend it more if you can get your hands on it. Five out of five stars.

Then I checked out from my school’s library Foundryside by Robert Jackson Bennett:

So this book was freaking amazing! The world was so interesting and how the magic system worked. I could instantly tell why Brandon Sanderson liked this so much. I freaking loved Clef. He was my favorite…character! I loved all the objects and felt so bad for them. I’m going to give my computer a hug after this to make sure it knows I love it and it does a good job. The only minor problem I had with this book is the romance between Berenice and Sancia seemed really random. I also shipped Sancia was Gregor because I love their interactions. It’s not a huge deal and I don’t know how I’ll wait until 2020 for the next book. Five out of five stars.

I then read South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami:

This wasn’t my favorite Haruki Murakami book, I felt like there wasn’t much of a plot to this one. It was a little bit dull and I was more interested in the past of the main characters than what was going on in the present. It was an okay book. Three out of five stars.

Sticking the Japanese setting, I read My Almost Flawless Tokyo Dream Life by Rachel Cohn:

This book was massively flawed. Elle was a pretty poorly written character, this book follows the trend of accidently making the main character a hypocrite and having a one-dimensional bully character. However, I somehow really enjoyed it. I think it’s because all the side characters were so good. I would kill for a book entirely about Kenji and the author also subverted a lot of the tropes that I hate for YA contemporary books. Ryuu and Elle don’t have some force drama, Ryuu is actually there for her like a good boyfriend in a healthy relationship. This is a guilty pleasure and for that I gave it five out of five stars.

Those are all the books I read this month, hopefully I have another good month!

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The Walking Dead – O Caminho para Woodbury - Robert Kirkman e Jay Bonansinga