Those Girls by Chevy Stevens

Hard choices lead to bad decisions lead to terrible circumstances and to no choice to weird life changing decisions. That’s the story behind Those Girls by Chevy Stevens.  When three sisters are forced to defend themselves against their abusive, alcoholic father, they end up hitting the road, running towards a future they can’t predict. All they want to do is get away. Forever. The journey will test the bonds of sisterhood like nothing they’ve experienced before. Some of these tests will come from feeling like they have no choice. Some of them come from a life that has led them to believe they can survive anything. Some come from terrible judgement calls. Some come from the fact that they are teenagers.

It’s always kind of neat to read a book that takes place somewhere you know. Set in rural British Columbia, the novel takes takes us through country where I have spent a bunch of time. The town names are familiar. The roads are familiar. I know the drive they took. I don’t know everywhere, but enough that I didn’t have to spend any time figuring out the setting. I knew it right away. Unfortunately, that opened up room for me to be extra annoyed by the dialogue tags. I am not a fan of he said, she said, said, said, said. Parts of this book felt like said was used a dozen times on a single page. No other tags were chosen. It made parts of this very dark book feel juvenile. It pulled me out of the action. Although, maybe it did kind of work because the narrators are juvenile. Continue reading


My Bad

I have been terrible lately. I have not looked at the blog in like a month. Vacations and summer and all of this life happening stuff and suddenly it’s a third of the way into July. I’ve actually completed quite a number of books, decent ones too, but nothing that’s really screamed ‘write a review about me’. I’m hoping to get at least one done over the weekend.

So until then, here are some songs. The only criteria I used to make this list: Canadian/ I haven’t posted anything by them before.

Or at least that was the criteria when I set out. It turned into a weird list of songs that have weird associations to growing up and my youthful years.

Headstones – When Something Stands for Nothing

I heard somewhere once that your fundamental musical preferences are cemented when you’re around 14. Now, I may have heard this on an episode of Criminal Minds, so the factuality is sketchy, but it feels kinda legit. Not that tastes won’t evolve, but that that style and those songs will continue to appeal to you as you age. This songs falls right in that range for me. And I’ve always kind of had a thing for Hugh Dillon (with or without hair).


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