Strange the Dreamer (No-Spoiler) Review


Some things are just so damn good that they deserve to be savored. And savor I did while reading Laini Taylor’s vividly imaginative epic, Strange the Dreamer. Although I was in no rush to reach the end of this tale, I was enthralled from beginning to end. The world, the characters, the writing itself, were all sublime.


Lazlo Strange, as the title would imply, is a dreamer in every sense of the word. Since he was a young boy, orphaned by the war and raised by monks, he has been fascinated by a mythical lost city that others brush off as the stuff of fairy tales. It isn’t until years later when he is living the humble life of a junior librarian that Lazlo is presented with the opportunity to seek out his dreams, and with them, the lost city of Weep.


This story is pure magic. It did exactly what I always hope for a book to do: it made me feel something. And in this case, not just something, but a LOT of somethings. Parts of the book are so damn fun, while others are so charming and so sweet you’ll never want them to end, and then other parts are utterly devastating. Beauty and ugliness. Love and hatred. Dreams and the harsh realities of human nature. This book is gonna give you the feels.

This was, without a doubt, a 5/5 Stars sort of read.





WTF Dream of WTF-ness

My dream last night was insane. Like, I don’t even know what the hell my brain was thinking when it came up with this one. I actually had a few WTF dreams last night since I woke up several times throughout the night, but THIS one takes the cake.)


So, in dreamland it was apparently my BFF’s birthday. Yup, fellow blogger and my real life bestie, Cupcakes and Machetes was a major part in this dream. Sorry, Lady! No one is safe in this ol’ noggin when it’s sleepy time.


Aside from diving with great white sharks and seeing an Alice Cooper concert for her birthday festivities, we went to this huge theater to see some new and highly anticipated film made by these guys:

PicMonkey Collagejjjj.pngYup. Neil deGrasse Tyson and Ron Friggin’ Swanson from Parks and Rec (please note it was literally the character Ron Swanson and not the actor) made a movie together. As we took our seats, Tyson and Swanson started going around to all the movie-goers and signing photos of themselves with jumbo Crayola markers. (Apparently even in my dreams I say “Rose Art products be damned!”) This is where things take a sudden turn for the worse in my dream.

Dream version of C&M is absolutely losing her mind with excitement at this point as Ron Swanson comes over to sign her picture. Like, she is fangirling as hard as any fangirl has ever fangirled. Things are going great, right? WRONG! Suddenly he rolls his eyes at her, scribbles all over her picture and then throws that jumbo Crayola marker right in her face like a massive jerk. Dream version of me then proceeds to absolutely lose her damn mind and takes Ron Swanson on in a straight up FIST FIGHT. Like, bloody knuckles and everything. It was insane. Please bare in mind that in real life I’m quite the pacifist. Plus, Ron Swanson is an awesome character! I’ve never actually punched anyone in real life, so it was like Dream Me was making up for lost time. Imagine the fight scene in Fight Club between Edward Norton and Jared Leto, and I’M Edward Norton.


So, yeah, pointless post about a very strange dream. lol Sorry, guys. It was just too odd not to share. 😛


Bedroom Talk ;)

Inspiration hit hard last night and I wound up staying up and writing until a little after four in the morning. AND I had to work in the morning and get some other important things done throughout the day, so basically my brain feels like oatmeal at this point.

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But ya know what? I regret nothing. 😀 It was a really productive writing night so I was totally willing to deal with said oatmeal brain today. Nothing a large mocha ice cappuccino couldn’t fix. Or at the very least make moderately more manageable. 😉


Now I’m ready for what will hopefully be a good night’s sleep, but first I wanted to talk a bit about sleep. Like sleeping habits, quirks, and whatnot. So get your jammies on (or your birthday suit if you’re one of those nocturnal nudists) and let’s get into some bedroom talk! (Ha, you thought this was going to get smutty didn’t you? Oh, you dirty bird, you.) In all fairness, I warned you I had oatmeal brain, so you have no one to blame but yourself if you’re still reading at this point.


I don’t know about you guys, but I am a total pillow junkie. I have seven pillows on my bed all to myself, as well as my Iron Man Tsum Tsum that doubles as a super soft, comfy pillow. (I also keep a Spider-Man one at my boyfriend’s place for when I stay over there because his pillow count just wasn’t up to my apparent princess-and-the-pea-level of demands.) 😛

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My naps are the nerdiest.

I looove blankets too. Especially really cozy comforters. Even in the summer. But not just because they’re warm and comfy. I have this weird phobia of something crawling into my ear at night while I’m sleeping so I pretty much always have to sleep with the blankets (or at the very least, a sheet) pulled up and over my ear. It may sound crazy but you hear about that sort of thing happening. *cringe*


I never claimed my brain was a normal brain. I’m also prone to really odd (at best) dreams, as well as horrifically graphic nightmares. I’ve dreamed about my leg rotting off before and me manically clawing away at the decaying flesh and pus until I reached the bone. There was also an incredibly disturbing nightmare about a terrifying, red-faced John Travolta and a trailer park. I’m not even going to go into that one any further.


So, what about you guys? Any sleeping necessities, quirks, or bizarre dreaming habits of your own you’d like to share? 🙂 Let’s talk sleep!