#rominarussel

[alexstephan24]

This is what I imagine Rho would look like

[piscine-rising]

i know I’m late to this, but I’m not late to the series. I LOVE the zodiac series. Finished re-reading the first two and onto the third tomorrow. Can’t wait to join the fandom on here!

[rominagarber]

A peek into my Ephemeris. . . . 🤓🔮😍

[booksiseeloveandread]

Zodiac by Romina Russell . What’s the next book on your TBR? For me it’s Zodiac! I’ve decided I want to read some books that have been on there the longest before the year is up! Right now I’m reading Anne of Green Gables (for the first time!) and I’m loving it so far!! . . . #zodiac #rominarussell #bewarethe13thsign #razorbillbooks #youngadultbooks #yabooks #yalit #yafantasy #yascifi #galaxy #bookcover #bookstagram #bookaholic #bookobsessed https://www.instagram.com/p/BpqC3RCHZ4l/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19rtbszglnunh

[sleepy-bookworm]

'He spun on his heel and bowed, glaring as though he might kill me on the spot. As soon as he'd turned around and taken another step, I curtsied again. We repeated this odd ritual four times, his expression growing increasingly furious, before I felt the charm controlling my legs creep further up my body, petrifying my waist to the rigidity of a porcelain doll's. So much for that plan.' — An Enchantment of Ravens, Margaret Rogerson . Someone asked on their Instagram feed that if it was snowing where they lived earlier this month. I said "It hasn't snowed yet, but it'll probably snow in late December, or early January, and it might even creep into February." Well, it snowed a little Christmas Eve, then a little more on Christmas Day. Now it's snowing more! It hasn't stopped where I live. . There's a great deal going on at Chapters Indigo, so obviously I bought a few books in-store, and the rest online.🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ . . . #books #bookstagram #bookstagramfeature #bookfeaturepage #prettybookspines #tea #owlmug #cozyblanket #caraval #stephaniegarber #anenchantmentofravens #margaretrogerson #redqueen #victoriaaveyard #zodiac #rominarussell #sixofcrows #leighbardugo #flatironbooks #mcelderrybooks #harperteen #razorbillbooks #henryholt

[the-garden-of-readen]

Last week I did an unboxing of some custom candles I had made from @canterburyroadco You can still watch that unboxing in my highlights on my profile. The two above are both inspired by the Zodiac series by @rominagarber . When I was deciding on what candles I should have created, I knew I definitely wanted something based off of these books. I feel like there are literally no candles for the Zodiac series and it breaks my heart. 🌌🐚🦀♋️ The two above candles and their scents are: 1. Rhoma Grace amber•cherries•vanilla 2. House Cancer lotus blossom•ocean salt•plumeria 🌌🐚🦀♋️ My favorite of the two is definitely Rhoma Grace. It’s subtle, but you can still smell all of the listed scents somehow. 🌌🐚🦀♋️ QOTD: What book would you get a custom candle for? If your feeling real specific, what would the candle label say? 🌌🐚🦀♋️ #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #canterburyroadco #zodiacseries #booksandflowers #hardcover #wanderingstar #zodiac #scifibooks #booknerd #bookworm #booklover #bookblog #bookblogger #humansofbookstagram #bibliophile #bookish #bookishmerch #bookishgoodies #bookishcandles #bookshelf #shelfie #libraryofbookstagram #rominarussell (at Denver, Colorado)

[amorypalabras]

¡Hola a tod@s! Esta semana no habéis tenido reseña en el blog, pero hoy he subido al canal el Book Haul del mes de Abril, por si queréis pasar a verlo 😊 Aquí, vuelvo a cumplir con el tag del mes. Vamos allá: 🔻 M: Máquinas mortales (Philip Reeve) A: Alliances (Stan Lee) Y: Yo no debería estar aquí (Sarah Degel) O: Oficus Asciende (Romina Russell) 🔻 De estos he leído el de Yo no debería estar aquí y Máquinas mortales, muy distintos, pero los dos me gustaron mucho. De los otros, Alliances será lo primero que lea de Stan Lee (que he hecho un poco de trampa porque el título es Un juego de luz, creo). Y Oficus pertenece a la saga Zodiaco, que he leído el primero. Y sí, he colocado el libro de Oficus al revés, me he dado cuenta después. 🔻 ¿Conocíais o habéis leído alguno de estos? La Y ha sido complicada, ¿cuál habríais puesto vosotros? Yo antes de ti habría servido también. 🔻 🔻 🔻 #RominaRussell #StanLee #SarahDegel #PhilipReeve #MortalEngines #Alliances #ATrickoflight #instabook #instalibros #iloveread #literatura #libros #scifi #Syfy #booksofinstagram #books #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookstagramespaña #bibliophile #booklover #booklove #bookish https://www.instagram.com/p/B_7vK_FIjPx/?igshid=1u333px91bvqz

[readnowsleeplater]

Come meet @abdaddy, @alexandramonir, @saaaranotsarah, @lilliamr, @aditi_khorana, and @rominagarber at the Studio City Branch Library! I’ll be moderating! 🤩 #Repost @rominagarber (@get_repost) ・・・ SUPER excited to be on such a powerful panel with these incredible #authors in the new year, moderated by the marvelous @frootjoos! Hope to see you there!!! #authorsofinstagram #losangeles #studiocitylibrary #bookstagram #rominarussell #zodiacbooks #immigrant #latinxinpublishing #booklover #aditikhorana #lilliamrivera #alexandramonir #abdinazemian #sarasaedi

[pens-and-parchment]

Hello friends! 💫✨ - Some of you may have seen on my story yesterday that I got some new props for my photos, and here's one of the pictures I took with them! I did a whole photoshoot and had a lot of fun, so hopefully you guys like this style!My theme definitely needed a refresher. - I'm currently reading Zodiac and hoping to finish it today! Fun fact: I found the super old ARC version of Zodiac at the Strand for just a dollar like a year ago, so that's why the cover looks different! Are any of you guys participating in the Zodiac series reread that Penguin Teen has been hosting? Right now I think everyone is on Wandering Star, so I need to catch up! In just a week or two I'll be putting up my own blog post about the series! - What's a book or series that you've been meaning to read for a really long time? Zodiac was definitely one of them for me! The biggest is probably the ToG and ACOTAR series though, which I still haven't read, hehe 🙈 - #bookworm #bibliophile #books #bookstagram #bookstafeatures #bookstagramfeature #bookishfeatures #zodiac #wanderingstar #blackmoon #penguinteen #rominarussell #yalit

[alexstephan24]

Rhoma Grace's Hogwarts House

Rho is a Slytherin.

Rho is definitely a Slytherin, I insist lol. She's extremely determined and ambitious, and cunning. Literally so cunning in thirteenth rising, also betrayed her own side for self preservation in order to achieve her goal (defeat Ophiuchus, gain power, self preservation).

She's also very achievement oriented and will do anything necessary to achieve her goals. She is selfless but also selfish for herself and her goals.

Also look how she literally works for the Villains and betrays her friends to achieve her goal of saving Nishi and only Nishi, and also works for the bad side to benefit herself. She also gets VERY power hungry in thirteen rising. Like she's literally like "the chosen one" and uses it for leverage and cunning.

In thirteenth rising literally read about how power hungry she was.

This girl is another Jude Duarte.

I can argue all day but I'll leave it at that. She may have hufflepuff qualities or Gryffindor qualities but they all are factors of her intentions which are 100% Slytherin. (Also since I'm a Slytherin myself we'd be in the same house lol)

[illbefinealonereads]

Blog tour day! Today I’m sharing some information about Lobizona by Romina Garber, as well as an excerpt. Scroll down to learn more.

Some people ARE illegal.

Lobizonas do NOT exist.

Both of these statements are false.

Manuela Azul has been crammed into an existence that feels too small for her. As an undocumented immigrant who's on the run from her father's Argentine crime-family, Manu is confined to a small apartment and a small life in Miami, Florida.

Until Manu's protective bubble is shattered.

Her surrogate grandmother is attacked, lifelong lies are exposed, and her mother is arrested by ICE. Without a home, without answers, and finally without shackles, Manu investigates the only clue she has about her past—a mysterious "Z" emblem—which leads her to a secret world buried within our own. A world connected to her dead father and his criminal past. A world straight out of Argentine folklore, where the seventh consecutive daughter is born a bruja and the seventh consecutive son is a lobizón, a werewolf. A world where her unusual eyes allow her to belong.

As Manu uncovers her own story and traces her real heritage all the way back to a cursed city in Argentina, she learns it's not just her U.S. residency that's illegal. . . .it’s her entire existence.

Early Praise: “With vivid characters that take on a life of their own, beautiful details that peel back the curtain on Romina's Argentinian heritage, and cutting prose that shines a light on the difficulties of being the ‘other’ in America today, Romina Garber crafts a timely tale of identity and adventure that every teenager should read.”–Tomi Adeyemi New York Times bestselling author of Children of Blood and Bone

“Romina Garber has created an enthralling young adult fantasy led by an unforgettable Latinx character Manu. In Manu we find a young girl who not only must contend with the injustice of being undocumented she also discovers a hidden world that may explain her very existence. I fell in love with this world where wolves, witches and magic thrives, all in a rich Latinx setting!” –Lilliam Rivera, author of Dealing in Dreams and The Education of Margot Sanchez

Buy Link:https://read.macmillan.com/lp/lobizona/

Author bio:

ROMINA GARBER (pen name Romina Russell) is a New York Times and international bestselling author. Originally from Argentina, she landed her first writing gig as a teen—a weekly column for the Miami Herald that was later nationally syndicated—and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Her books include Lobizona. When she’s not working on a novel, Romina can be found producing movie trailers, taking photographs, or daydreaming about buying a new drum set. She is a graduate of Harvard College and a Virgo to the core.

Social Links:  Twitter: @RominaRussell // Instagram: @rominagarber

Excerpt:

2

I awaken with a jolt.

It takes me a moment to register that I’ve been out for three days. I can tell by the well-rested feeling in my bones—I don’t sleep this well any other time of the month.

The first thing I’m aware of as I sit up  is an urgent need  to use the bathroom. My muscles are heavy from lack of use, and it takes some concentration to keep my steps light so I won’t wake Ma or Perla. I leave the lights off to avoid meeting my gaze in the mirror, and after tossing out my heavy-duty period pad and replacing it with a tampon, I tiptoe back to Ma’s and my room.

I’m always disoriented after lunaritis, so I feel separate from my waking life as I survey my teetering stacks of journals and used books, Ma’s yoga mat and collection of weights, and the posters on the wall of the planets and constellations I hope to visit one day.

After a moment, my shoulders slump in disappointment.

This month has officially peaked.

I yank the bleach-stained blue sheets off the mattress and slide out the pillows from their cases, balling up the bedding to wash later. My body feels like a crumpled piece of paper that needs to be stretched, so I plant my feet together in the tiny area between the bed and the door, and I raise my hands and arch my back, lengthening my spine disc by disc. The pull on my tendons releases stored tension, and I exhale in relief.

Something tugs at my consciousness, an unresolved riddle that must have timed out when I surfaced . . . but the harder I focus, the quicker I forget. Swinging my head forward, I reach down to touch my toes and stretch my spine the other way—

My ears pop so hard, I gasp.

I stumble back to the mattress, and I cradle my head in my hands as a rush of noise invades my mind. The buzzing of a fly in the window blinds, the gunning of a car engine on the street below, the groaning of our building’s prehistoric eleva- tor. Each sound is so crisp, it’s like a filter was just peeled back from my hearing.

My pulse picks up as I slide my hands away from my temples to trace the outlines of my ears. I think the top parts feel a little . . . pointier.

I ignore the tingling in my eardrums as I cut through the living room to the kitchen, and I fill a stained green bowl with cold water. Ma’s asleep on the turquoise couch because we don’t share our bed this time of the month. She says I thrash around too much in my drugged dreams.

I carefully shut the apartment door behind me as I step out into the building’s hallway, and I crack open our neighbor’s window to slide the bowl through. A black cat leaps over to lap up the drink.

“Hola, Mimitos,” I say, stroking his velvety head. Since we’re both confined to this building, I hear him meowing any time his owner, Fanny, forgets to feed him. I think she’s going senile.

“I’ll take you up with me later, after lunch. And I’ll bring you some turkey,” I add, shutting the window again quickly. I usually let him come with me, but I prefer to spend the morn- ings after lunaritis alone. Even if I’m no longer dreaming, I’m not awake either.

My heart is still beating unusually fast as I clamber up six flights of stairs. But I savor the burn of my sedentary muscles, and when at last I reach the highest point, I swing open the door to the rooftop.

It’s not quite morning yet, and the sky looks like blue- tinged steel. Surrounding me are balconies festooned with colorful clotheslines, broken-down properties with boarded- up windows, fuzzy-leaved palm trees reaching up from the pitted streets . . . and in the distance, the ground and sky blur where the Atlantic swallows the horizon.

El Retiro is a rundown apartment complex with all elderly residents—mostly Cuban, Colombian, Venezuelan, Nicara- guan, and Argentine immigrants. There’s just one slow, loud elevator in the building, and since I’m the youngest person here, I never use it in case someone else needs it.

I came up here hoping for a breath of fresh air, but since it’s summertime, there’s no caress of a breeze to greet me. Just the suffocating embrace of Miami’s humidity.

Smothering me.

I close my eyes and take in deep gulps of musty oxygen, trying to push the dread down to where it can’t touch me. The way Perla taught me to do whenever I get anxious.

My metamorphosis started this year. I first felt something

was different four full moons ago, when I no longer needed to squint to study the ground from up here. I simply opened my eyes to perfect vision.

The following month, my hair thickened so much that I had to buy bigger clips to pin it back. Next menstrual cycle came the growth spurt that left my jeans three inches too short, and last lunaritis I awoke with such a heightened sense of smell that I could sniff out what Ma and Perla had for dinner all three nights I was out.

It’s bad enough to feel the outside world pressing in on me, but now even my insides are spinning out of my control.

As Perla’s breathing exercises relax my thoughts, I begin  to feel the stirrings of my dreamworld calling me back. I slide onto the rooftop’s ledge and lie back along the warm cement, my body as stagnant as the stale air. A dragon-shaped cloud comes apart like cotton, and I let my gaze drift with Miami’s hypnotic sky, trying to call up the dream’s details before they fade . . .

What Ma and Perla don’t know about the Septis is they don’t simply sedate me for sixty hours—they transport me.

Every lunaritis, I visit the same nameless land of magic and mist and monsters. There’s the golden grass that ticks off time by turning silver as the day ages; the black-leafed trees that can cry up storms, their dewdrop tears rolling down their bark to form rivers; the colorful waterfalls that warn onlookers of oncoming danger; the hope-sucking Sombras that dwell in darkness and attach like parasitic shadows . . .

And the Citadel.

It’s a place I instinctively know I’m not allowed to go, yet I’m always trying to get to. Whenever I think I’m going to make it inside, I wake up with a start.

Picturing the black stone wall, I see the thorny ivy that

twines across its surface like a nest of guardian snakes, slith- ering and bunching up wherever it senses a threat.

The sharper the image, the sleepier I feel, like I’m slowly sliding back into my dream, until I reach my hand out tenta- tively. If I could just move faster than the ivy, I could finally grip the opal doorknob before the thorns—

Howling breaks my reverie.

I blink, and the dream disappears as I spring to sitting and scour the battered buildings. For a moment, I’m sure I heard a wolf.

My spine locks at the sight of a far more dangerous threat: A cop car is careening in the distance, its lights flashing and siren wailing. Even though the black-and-white is still too far away to see me, I leap down from the ledge and take cover behind it, the old mantra running through my mind.

Don’t come here, don’t come here, don’t come here.

A familiar claustrophobia claws at my skin, an affliction forged of rage and shame and powerlessness that’s been my companion as long as I’ve been in this country. Ma tells me I should let her worry about this stuff and only concern myself with studying, so when our papers come through, I can take my GED and one day make it to NASA—but it’s impossible not to worry when I’m constantly having to hide.

My muscles don’t uncoil until the siren’s howling fades and the police are gone, but the morning’s spell of stillness has broken. A door slams, and I instinctively turn toward the pink building across the street that’s tattooed with territorial graf- fiti. Where the alternate version of me lives.

I call her Other Manu.

The first thing I ever noticed about her was her Argentine fútbol jersey: #10 Lionel Messi. Then I saw her face and real- ized we look a lot alike. I was reading Borges at the time, and

it ocurred to me that she and I could be the same person in overlapping parallel universes.

But it’s an older man and not Other Manu who lopes down the street. She wouldn’t be up this early on a Sunday anyway. I arch my back again, and thankfully this time, the only pop I hear is in my joints.

The sun’s golden glare is strong enough that I almost wish I had my sunglasses. But this rooftop is sacred to me because it’s the only place where Ma doesn’t make me wear them, since no one else comes up here.

I’m reaching for the stairwell door when I hear it.

Faint footsteps are growing louder, like someone’s racing up. My heart shoots into my throat, and I leap around the corner right as the door swings open.

The person who steps out is too light on their feet to be someone who lives here. No El Retiro resident could make it up the stairs that fast. I flatten myself against the wall.

“Creo que encontré algo, pero por ahora no quiero decir nada.”

Whenever Ma is upset with me, I have a habit of translat- ing her words into English without processing them. I asked Perla about it to see if it’s a common bilingual thing, and she said it’s probably my way of keeping Ma’s anger at a distance; if I can deconstruct her words into language—something de- tached that can be studied and dissected—I can strip them of their charge.

As my anxiety kicks in, my mind goes into automatic trans- lation mode: I think I found something, but I don’t want to say anything yet.

The woman or girl (it’s hard to tell her age) has a deep, throaty voice that’s sultry and soulful, yet her singsongy accent is unquestionably Argentine. Or Uruguayan. They sound similar.

My cheek is pressed to the wall as I make myself as flat as possible, in case she crosses my line of vision.

“Si tengo razón, me harán la capitana más joven en la his- toria de los Cazadores.”

If I’m right, they’ll make me the youngest captain in the history of the . . . Cazadores? That means hunters.

In my eight years living here, I’ve never seen another per- son on this rooftop. Curious, I edge closer, but I don’t dare peek around the corner. I want to see this stranger’s face, but not badly enough to let her see mine.

“¿El encuentro es ahora? Che, Nacho, ¿vos no me podrías cubrir?”

Is the meeting right now? Couldn’t you cover for me, Nacho?

The che and vos sound like Argentinespeak. What if it’s Other Manu?

The exciting possibility brings me a half step closer, and now my nose is inches from rounding the corner. Maybe I can sneak a peek without her noticing.

“Okay,” I hear her say, and her voice sounds like she’s just a few paces away.

I suck in a quick inhale, and before I can overthink it, I pop my head out—

And see the door swinging shut.

I scramble over and tug it open, desperate to spot even a hint of her hair, any clue at all to confirm it was Other Manu— but she’s already gone.

All that remains is a wisp of red smoke that vanishes with the swiftness of a morning cloud.

Excerpted from Lobizona by Romina Garber. Published by Wednesday Books.

[rominagarber]

All 12 #zodiacbooks House devices & weapons, as rendered by brilliant Zodai @azurecomics ! 🔥👏😍💖💫 @penguinteen

[sleepy-bookworm]

"When I think of home, I see blue. The swirling blue of the seawater, the infinite blue of the sky, the brilliant blue of Mom's gaze. Sometimes I question if her eyes were really blue, or if the blue of House Cancer colours them in my memory." — Zodiac, Romina Russell . Happy Tuesday! It's the day after Christmas and I should have stayed home instead of trying to go to the mall. I'll try again tomorrow I suppose! . You should definitely check out my latest blog post on adeleisreading.wordpress.com because there's a mentioning of a giveaway! 🌚I'll also be doing a giveaway on here as well. --As soon as I hit 500+ followers.💃🏻 . Have you been reading anything lately? Or have you been kept occupied over the last few days by the Holiday season? I haven't been able to relax the way I need to for about a week..so now maybe that the holidays are Officially Over (save for New Years) I can finally rest.😌😴 . . . #books #bookstagram #bookphotography #bookfeaturepage #bookstagramfeature #zodiac #rominarussell #razorbillbooks

[todoestannatural]

∵ 6 de Mayo del 2017 ∵ . . Bookhaul del mes de abril 📚 . Llegó de fin de mes😄 y con la mejor parte, saber que libros pudieron comprar. . Gracias a que en el mes de abril se inicio la gran esperada Feria del Libro en Buenos Aires, tuve la oportunidad de comprarme algunos libros de los cuales me gustaban y que venian sus autores a la Filba (En realidad no me compre solo esos, me compre otros mas pero como compradora compulsiva que soy yo todos los juntos y los voy a separar en dos) . . He aquí la lista: 📚 ♡Zodiaco - Romina Russell ♡Estrella Errante -Romina Russell ♡Luna Negra - Romina Russell ♡Los colores de la felicidad - Viviana Rivero ♡Sí - Viviana Rivero ♡Tres coronas Oscuras - Kendare Blake ♡El infinito eres tu - Michelle Levy . . Me alegra poder decir que tanto de Romina como los de Viviana estan firmados por su autora (Más adelante las subo las fotos con las firmas y mis fotos con ellas) 😍 . Recuerden que si todavía no fueron a la feria del libro tienen tiempo hasta el 15 de mayo para asistir.📚 . . . . #zodiac #rominarussell #kendareblake #threedarkcrowns #trescoronasoscuras #vivianarivero #loscoloresdelafelicidad #si #elinfinitoerestu #michellelevy #book #books #difundiendolibros #bookslovers #bookslover #bookaholic #bookstagram #bookstagramer #bookstagramfeature #book📖 #bookaddict #bookart #booklove #bookloving #booksalcoholic #booksadict #booksale

[teacherofya-blog]

Another booksfortrade from @theamazing_merm bc she's my book bud! Look at that cover on Zodiac, and Undertow sounds great! I'll have to trade her next for the sequel, lol! 🎡 🎡 🎡 🎡 #bookaddict #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bookish #bookaholic #bookaholics #bookgeek #bookgirl #books #bookreader #bookmail #booknerd #booknerdigans #bookworm #bookworms #bookblogger #bookbloggers #coverlove #coverlover #yabooklover #yareads #bibliophile #booklover #reader #yarreader #booksfortrade #zodiacbooks #rominarussell #undertowbook #michaelbuckley

[piscine-rising]

noticing not that much fan art from this fandom, maybe I’ll change that...