A Brief and Strange Analysis of Scooby Doo Movies

A few months back when quarantine was just beginning, my partner and I decided to overthink the straight to video Scooby Doo movies. Based on our observations while watching the “Zombie Island” movie, we posed the thought that the Scooby movies don’t follow the same formula as the shows, and took it upon ourselves to not only research this, but also do a full report on what we found using the scientific method.

Below lie our findings, and our surprising ultimate conclusion.

A Study on Whether “Scooby Doo!” movies adhere to two basic principles established in the Scooby universe. 

Hypothesis: None of the movies follow the formula of episodes, which have two standard rules.

Experiment: Evaluate synopses of Scooby movies and decide whether they adhere to two rules: 

1: Is the “monster” actually a human being who is acting poorly and/or is there an actual monster, ghost, or other supernatural force involved in the plot

2: Is there a moral to the unmasking of the villain, or a lesson that brings the team closer together? 


Movie TitleRule 1 Rule 2 Explanation
Scooby Doo Meets the Boo Brothers✔️✔️
Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School✔️The girls are actual monsters
Scooby Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf✔️✔️
Scooby Doo in Arabian Nights✔️Actual magic in plot
Scooby Doo on Zombie Island✔️The Zombies are real
Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost✔️✔️
Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders✔️✔️
Scooby Doo and the Cyberchase✔️Futuristic Tech non-canon to Scooby Universe
Scooby Doo and the Legend of the Vampire
Scooby Doo and the Monster of Mexico
Scooby Doo and the Loch Ness Monster✔️No moral lesson
Aloha, Scooby Doo
Scooby Doo in Where’s my Mummy✔️Velma is a bitch for no reason and no one learns anything
Scooby Doo Pirates Ahoy✔️✔️
Chill Out Scooby Doo
Scooby Doo and the Goblin King✔️Fey Exist
Scooby Doo and the Samurai Sword✔️No moral lesson
Scooby Doo AbraCadabraDoo
Scooby Doo Camp Scare
Scooby Doo Legend of the Phantosaur✔️
Scooby Doo Music of the Vampire
Big Top Scooby Doo
Scooby Doo Mask of the Blue Falcon✔️No moral lesson
Scooby Doo Adventures the Mystery Map✔️No moral lesson
Scooby Doo Stage Fright
Scooby Doo Wrestlemania Mystery********* 
Scooby Doo Frankencreepy
Scooby Doo Moon Monster Madness ******
Scooby Doo & Kiss Rock and Roll Mystery✔️✔️
Scooby Doo Haunted Hollywood
Scooby Doo & WWE Curse of the Speed Demon
Scooby Doo Shaggy’s Showdown
Lego Scooby Doo Blowout Beach Bash✔️Actual Monsters
Scooby Doo and Batman Brave & Bold******
Scooby Doo and the Gourmet Ghost ✔️No moral lesson
Scooby Doo and the Curse of the 13th Ghost✔️✔️
Scooby Doo Return to Zombie Island✔️Zombies are still Real

From the selections above we can conclude that 8/37 break both rules in some way, 13/37 break only one rule, with 5/13 having no moral lesson; and 13/37 break neither rule. This also brings us our three outlier films. These three selections fall outside of the rules in that they could occur as canon in the universe they are taken from, even though they are not able to be canon to the Scooby Universe. 

The data can be arranged as follows: 

Conclusion: From this data, we can conclude that our initial hypothesis was completely incorrect. While nearly 57% of the films break the rules in the study, this is not all of the films, and thus invalidates our hypothesis. From this study we also learned that there is a deviation for films that cannot be judged by our current criteria. 

Further study can be conducted upon acquiring the films noted in this study and watching them rather than reading synopses. This topic will be revisited with new standards and a new hypothesis. 

Weird Shit Can Save You, and That’s Okay

Basically the title. There is no shame in saying a piece of media saved your life. Sometimes introspection and relating to a piece of media can help you work through things better than a conversation with a person. However, I am not saying to latch onto a piece of media as your only reason to live, or anything like that. We’re not coping, we’re thriving. Keep in mind that I will not be talking about “fandom” in this post. Fandom is a gamble, it can so easily dissolve into an echo chamber and can often hold you back from getting better due to the false perception of “safety” it gives you. 

I often tell people that Dragon Age and Dr. Strange saved my life. In truth, they very well may have, if not for anything because they distracted me enough from the things that were troubling me that I was actually able to weather the storms with them as my shelter. Now I know that sounds hokey. I probably should have gone to therapy and actually gotten some fresh air, and all that. BUT that’s not how it happened! 

Therapy was prohibitively expensive, and I was in a living situation where I had to make myself small, hidden, and quiet. And so I fell in love with a video game franchise. A close friend was increasingly excited about the upcoming game, Dragon Age Inquisition, and pulled me into the loop. She preordered me a copy, saying that even if I didn’t like it she was just thrilled to share her favorite thing with a dear friend. At this point in my life, a sharp downturn in depression had robbed me of my ability to really “get into” anything, so I decided I was going to jump in feet first. 

For the first time in my life I pre-planned a character. Because I had not played the first two games in the franchise, I read up on the lore and decisions you could make in the previous games, carefully cultivating a “backstory” on the Dragon Age Keep. I researched the cultures that inspired the race I chose to play (Qunari), and worked to pick a name and create a bit of a roleplay backstory for him to make my gameplay more engaging. I took in as much information as I could, so that on November 18th I sat down and felt as though I’d already intimately known Derya Adaar for years and was just continuing his adventure. 

I proceeded to put over 200 hours into just his file. I touched everything, I read everything, I spoke to everyone. I befriended Varric. I romanced The Iron Bull. The rotating party characters became my family, and I loved watching their interactions warm up and grow. I watched my character who I’d painstakingly cultivated fall deeply in love with a man who loved him in a way I’d never known was possible, despite playing the game several feet away from the man I was married to. 

Throughout the game and my research,I learned more about the Qunari culture and belief system and slowly began to apply parts of it to my own life. The main tenet of the Qun is that everyone and everything is a piece of a larger picture. People and things have a nature about them and that’s just how they are. You cannot fight it, you can only accept and adapt to or work around it. This helped me let go of a lot of limited beliefs and behaviors in my life. I still sit back sometimes and check the motives of myself or others against the idea of what greater purpose their actions serve, and it has deeply changed the way I relate to others. 

During my last semester of college I was having an extremely rough go of it and spur of the moment decided I was going to channel my mental breakdown into a tattoo. I thought hard about the things that were most important to me at the time, and kept coming back to the Qun. The Qunari heraldry is a gorgeous piece of spiritual geometry that to me has always resembled a series of stones stacking to create the whole. With that in mind I combined a few words in Qunlat, and created the design that adorns my right forearm. Surrounding it are the words “Panahedan” and “Saarebas”, which simply put are “Where there is danger, go in peace” . A reminder to myself that I can get through anything and that there is no reason to harm myself fighting a losing fight against the nature of people and things.

Onto Dr. Strange. I’ll be the first to tell you that I never thought I’d get into what many people consider a “third string superhero” in terms of popularity. Keep in mind this is before the movies really made him into a household name. 

As a child my entire world revolved around XMen comics. I remember reading my books so many times that they eventually fell apart. In my little bubble, I had no idea that other comics were even still running because they just weren’t on my radar. Cut to 2011, I was dating my ex husband and we’d just started seeing Marvel movies together. I mused aloud that it was “super weird” that they were making comic book movies even though comics were a dead industry. Little did I know that in the time since I was a six year old reading my XMen Adventures comics there had been thousands of books and countless adventures with characters I’d never even heard of. 

So I dove into comics. Admittedly the worst possible way, with an ipad full of pirated books that a friend lent me. I found things I loved, things I hated, I tore through everything on there and when I ran out I tried to start a pull box at a local comic shop. Unfortunately my LCS couldn’t support pull boxes because they were in a college town and often screwed over by clients, plus I quickly learned how expensive books get when you start subscribing. Between this, and a depression brought on by my failing marriage, I pulled back from comics. 

Christmas of 2017 I was alone due to extenuating circumstances and I decided to set up a Discord and watch Marvel movies to pass the holiday. I started with the ones I’d not seen yet, specifically Dr. Strange. I fell in love. I proceeded to watch it four times. I started buying comics on comixology shortly after. I consumed everything I could, because finally, I found a disabled superhero whose disability behaved like mine. Our stories were drastically different, but as someone with nerve damage that causes limited use of their hands and muscle control issues, this was huge for me. 

Stephen Strange had to learn to not only overcome a physical limitation, but also drop the bad attitudes and limiting behaviors and mindsets that held him back in order to become the Sorcerer Supreme. He had to choose to be better so that he could meet his own needs. Silly as it sounds, one of the most successful ways I began to manage my frustration with myself and my setbacks by yelling “Dormammu I’ve come to bargain!” at them until I’m laughing too much to be upset. 

Over time Dr. Strange became my grounding thought when things would get hard. In the last year I have found myself getting a lot worse in terms of the effects of my disability, and had a hard time coping with it. I also had some scars that were in need of coverage, so I put together a concept with some symbols that are important to me and created my Dr. Strange inspired tattoo. 

First and foremost is the New York Sanctum symbol. Landed gently upon the top is an emperor butterfly, not only my favorite type; but also because it symbolizes change. Finally the filler around it, a shattered prism (a nod to the mirrorverse) but also a series of rainbow ladders. The Rainbow Ladder Support Team started by Youtubers EatYourKimchi has been another vital part of me accepting my situation and adapting to it rather than fixating on the things I cannot change. The fact that they go in all directions is a reminder that growth can go anywhere, it is not linear, we are not meant to grow only one way at a time, but to branch off, like cracks in a mirror. 

I’d always found the phrase “let go of limiting behaviors” grating, some new age-y funk that only applied to pretty girls in yoga pants, but it really does work. I just needed it presented in formats that clicked for me. You’ll find your format too. 

It’s been a while

It’s been a long time since I last fired up my laptop, let alone went on wordpress even to read.

Last October something happened that drastically altered the course of my life and I had to struggle and find a way to get through it and keep moving. It’s taken this long for things to even normalize. Today I won’t be talking about the situation that led me here, but where we’re going from here.

With the current state of affairs and the COVID-19 pandemic, I have been forced to semi-social distance. My day job has asked that we stay home as much as humanly possible, and I intend to make the most of this time.

Starting with a revamp. As of today, I will be working on bringing you structured content and slowly create a schedule. The current things I would like to pursue are as always book reviews, travel diaries, crafts, and posts about coping with a worsening chronic illness.

Sorry for the sparseness of this post, I was over eager to get back out there.

Month of Westerfeld Week Two: Polymorph

“Polymorph” is a HELL of a drug. You might even say it was a…transformative read…  This book is a thrill ride of erotica, post-apoc, and espionage. The story follows Lee, a person capable of changing her appearance at will based on anything she can imagine. These changes include superficial, musculoskeletal, and physiological. For the most part she uses her gift of anonymity to spice up her dating life, but this tale follows her having to utilize it to stop the only other polymorph she’s ever encountered. A villain who while they are not particularly villainous, is such a massive douche that you just want them to get their comeuppance. This review is laced with spoilers and talking points, so if you are considering tracking down this out of print treasure, please be aware. 

I will preface this particular essay with a warning that this book was written in the mid-nineties. The language used in the book is NOT a representation of the current character of the author Scott Westerfeld, and does not represent his feelings towards any particular marginalized groups or those that fall into them. The language wasn’t really seen as inappropriate at the time, especially by people on the edgier side of thinking. That being said, I will omit the language from my personal sentiments of the book, but will keep it in place if quoting the text. This is also your fair warning that this book contains several fairly detailed sex scenes, and at least one graphic depiction of rape. The rape is plot-relevant, however. There are also elements of gore and body horror in play. 

This book is a really cool specimen because not only is this Westerfeld’s first published work, it also scratched a very latent itch in my soul for the old-fashioned wordy sci-fi that our parents bought us by the milk crate at yard sales twenty years ago. It is equal parts futuristic and tired of the banality of the landscape the characters live in, and it really captures the essence of a feeling of embitterment about your home. I also found the handling of the gender fluidity of the protagonist and antagonist extremely progressive given this novel’s age. The author seamlessly switches between pronouns as Lee shifts into a male form during the second act of the story, and seamlessly back when he returns to Lee. 

The amount of research put into the tech of this story is also fascinating. Lee, tired of merely copying things on the streets has at some point found her way into college in order to steal data disks of anatomy and physiology in order to give herself strange and new mutations, as well as experiment with the absolute limits of human tissues. I’ll admit that this particular attribute of hers gave me extreme echoes of the popular Youtube series “Monster Factory”, which really helped me picture the mutations Lee comes up with. There is also fairly accurate handling of old BBS message boards integrated with the not too distant technologies of VR and AR. It was like a time capsule of things that I was just too young to interact with.

Westerfeld also does a stunning job with giving polymorphism rules. Rules that we are introduced to at the same rate the protagonist is, with Lee’s understanding deepening throughout the narrative and a lovely passive growth. In the beginning of the story, Lee uses her powers while on a one night stand with recurring character Freddie to integrate her nervous tissue with his, and completely erase his carpal tunnel syndrome. For no other reason than to see if she could do it. This whole scene is painted against the backdrop of particularly erotic descriptions of their tryst, yet another staple of those old, yellowed yard sale novels mentioned above. 

Lee lets on very early on that she enjoys picking body shapes and mutations that garner attention but just enough to cause someone to glance twice. She introduces her polymorphy to us by mutating her hands into a pair of gnarled claws which become her calling card of sorts. We are also treated to the gory details (literally) of Lee’s transformation into Milica, in which her entire physiology changes from female to male. The descriptions are equal parts scientific and something straight out of Hannibal. She also changes her skin color as well as giving herself the illusion of facial hair and scarification to match her character. 

Much later in the narrative as Lee is tracking Bonita/o, we learn that Polymorphs are also capable of rearranging their organs and using this talent to defy death. Through journals kept by Bonita/o we find out that as an adolescent he took great joy in rearranging himself and causing himself extreme trauma just to see if he could recover from it and beat death. Following their final scuffle where Lee absorbs part of Bonita/o’s tissue, Lee is also able to do this. 

The depictions of New York are also a staple of Westerfeld’s work. He seems particularly fond of the Domino Sugar Factory in Brooklyn, as it is referenced nearly a decade later in “So Yesterday” as well. He does a spectacular job of putting a face to a landscape ravaged by years of crumbling and being band-aided, something not usually done in the genre, and extremely welcome. Being able to pull up the neighborhoods on a map, or even a wiki about the places and events adds a tinge of relatability to the content and keeps you from forming your own mental holodeck. 

This book was actually kind of spectacular. It suffers greatly from pacing issues that were standard in the genre, but makes up for it in vivid detail and easy to imagine storytelling. Characters who were meant to be mysterious unfolded slowly before us, and I never once felt like the narrator was “keeping something” from me. The story had a meandering way of getting there, but it had a clearly defined beginning and ending. And Bonita/o still got what he deserved, because he was a raging douche canoe. 

The Month of Westerfeld | Week One: “So Yesterday”

“So Yesterday” was one of my favorite books of all time when I was in middle and high school. This was my first experience reading Westerfeld, and it was the first book I’d ever read that felt like something I could have written, that felt accessible and written from the same fast-wit and punchy disposition. It was edgy, but the fun edgy, like an adult writing cultural observations gleaned from twitter hashtags. I carried the same copy in my backpack from seventh grade through high school and read it until the cover fell off. The copy I read for this review was actually my original! Fun fact, I found a four leaf clover pressed into Chapter Fourteen. But more on that later. 

The story follows Hunter, a high-school aged guy who is a “cool hunter”; an underplayed way of saying he’s a precursor to an Instagram Influencer. While on a hunt, Hunter meets Jen, and adventure ensues. Hunter, seeking his missing boss Mandy, and Jen seeking adventure in the bleak landscape of early oughts New York. They meet a group of people determined to undermine the trends and bring down the trendsetters that make them big, thereby finding Mandy. Through twists and failures of everyone involved we return to the same park, and the same bleakness. Two people brought together by shoelaces. 

“So Yesterday” is written like a treatment for a movie which lends itself to being read in one sitting, something I’m guilty of even for this past read. The story is fast-paced and the reader is quite often smacked by new doors opening within the plot. The characters are all vaguely relatable, but also a really cool mixture of characters that I loved being able to project on when I was a kid. This book was also ahead of its time in a lot of ways, including very early on bringing up a problem that still persists today. Using Jen as his mouthpiece, he brings up the “Missing Black Woman Formation” (Westerfeld 14). This is described as a phenomenon where in any group of people, there is never a black woman, only black men. It is also eventually shrugged out of the room by other characters after a brief “hoo-ah” of agreement, much like it is in media today. 

Another interesting thing Westerfeld employs is a healthy smattering of well-researched and well-executed mental fuckery. At the magazine launch party Hunter experiences various types of manipulation, between being fed copious amounts of alcohol and the seizure-inducing promotional cameras, all designed to embarrass the trendsetters in attendance at the party. These things contribute to the unraveling of the mystery and cultivate a really neat sense of wonder at how we are subliminally advertised to or directed towards decisions. The characters were relatable in that “cool older kid” way to middle school me, and in that “oh kids these days” way to adult me. In all this is an excellent quick read that has aged really well. One of the greatest injustices is that the tv/film option didn’t pan out before the book became “unreal” to the target demographic. 

The four-leaf clover was a real treat though. It was pressed into Chapter Fourteen, which is sort of significant because the chapter opens with main character Hunter walking into the house in his new, improved, incognito look. His parents understandably overreact because he is seeing a new girl and coming home with new haircuts, but they also accept him and don’t chastise him, and that’s something I always wished for as a kid. It was a real treat, and at some point deserved the honor of pressing a four-leaf clover into.

Thank you so much for reading! I do apologize for the lack of substance in this initial essay, but it was the first selection of four, so I didn’t have much to work with yet. There will definitely be more said about this in the wrap-up following week four! How do you feel about this selection? Have you read it? Let me know in the comments below!

Announcement: The Month of Westerfeld

Good afternoon coven! 

Throughout this October I will be writing an analysis of four selections from Scott Westerfeld’s bibliography based on criteria I’ve set for them! Each of these books was chosen with equal parts nostalgia and yearning to squeeze something new out of them rereading them as an adult. 

Week One:  “So Yesterday” 

“So Yesterday” was one of my favorite books in middle and high school. I would read and reread my copy until the cover fell off, and it’s still full of post-it flags from years past. This book features a fast-paced thriller-y mystery encased in an exploration of trendsetting and trend-freaking. I chose this based on nostalgia, and it was the inspiration for this project.

Week Two: “Polymorph”

This selection was an interesting one. I wanted to give a shot to Westerfeld’s adult works, and I figured his first novel would be a great jumping off point. I am jumping into this one completely blind and hoping for the best.

Week Three: “Uglies”

This trilogy was frequently pitted against the “Hunger Games” trilogy as the quintessential YA Dystopian/Utopian story. I always stood for “Uglies” because it was helmed by a much stronger female character than THG. I am really hoping it holds up, because I remember loving it so much and constantly rereading it. 

Week Four: “Peeps”

I was hoping to round out the month with a book featuring a strong male protagonist, but outside of “there’s a boy in the lead part”, I know nothing about “Peeps”. I’m hoping this ends up being a good read, because it also has a sequel? That I may or may not attempt!

As I read each of these selections I will post an essay about them and the overlaps I find between them, culminating in a big wrap-up post the first week of November! See you Saturday for the first installment! 

Capsule Chix Toy Review

Capsule Chix are adorable figurines are produced by Moose Toys, who brought the American Market many genre-defining blind box toys including Shopkins and Treasure X. These seem to be their attempt at breaking into the 4” figure market and getting a piece of MGA’s LOLSurprise audience. These toys boast “billions” of combinations of torsos, legs, faces, hair, and accessories that you can put together to create dolls to fit any mood. If that mood involves a lot of cotton-candy colors and fashion that ranges from the mid-2000s Fashion Polly line and the more cutified Bratz dolls. 

Each package of Capsule Chix contains 5 capsules which hold enough parts to build one whole doll. These seem to be fairly coordinated into a matched doll right off the bat, but we did open one box that gave us legs that were a completely different color than the head or torso. 

We opened four boxes total, and this review is about the “Ram Rock” collection box specifically. 

Our first capsule was the torso, which sported an awesome armor-looking top and a piece of the supposedly rare fabric accessory, in the form of a pretty cool high-necked cape. The arms were printed with the same circuit pattern as the other dolls, and the hands pop on and off easily to aid in putting on accessories and bags. I’ll admit this part was a little terrifying, because I have a huuuge penchant for accidentally breaking dolls by yanking off hands without checking that they are supposed to come off. 

The second capsule contained the shoes, purse, and accessory. These were made of a soft rubber, reminiscent of the Fashion Polly clothes from the mid-2000s. The shoes have a slit in the back that makes them easy to put onto the dolls, and the bracelet has enough flex to it that you don’t have to remove the hands to put them on. 

Third was the legs, which I’ll admit I just about screeched when I opened. These were FLOCKED bell bottom jeans! They were so soft to touch, and I don’t know about you, but I love flocked things, they’re just so cool to me! I was a bit worried that the shoes wouldn’t fit under the creases of the hard molded plastic bell bottoms, but they slid right on and don’t look like they’re laying weird or anything. The legs also came with a rubber waist sash. 

The head for this doll has a very sassy expression on her face and beautiful green eyes. Her makeup is really subdued compared to the other dolls I’ve opened, but it works really well with the look the randomized parts created. The heads also sport holes on the sides of the heads for headphones and other ear accessories. 

This doll’s hair is BIG and a scrumptious raspberry color. The bangs and rest of the hair are in two separate pieces that snap on and frame the head. Some hair is accessorized with hats or other goodies. 

Having opened four of these dolls, I have to say I am absolutely in love. They are cute and a nice small size that lends itself to easy display. The included base/stand system is also awesome! The pricepoint also makes these a fun toy to collect casually, with each box retailing for $14.99. They are a great pick me up on a bad day. 

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House of Salt and Sorrows Review

To quote “The Secret Garden”; “High on the hill sits a big, old house with something wrong inside it”. 

Spoilers abound, you have been warned. 

“House of Salt and Sorrows” is by far the best things I’ve read all year. The story follows Annaleigh who believes her family to be cursed from the day her mother died. Her sisters keep dying, often under mysterious circumstances that are so easily explained away by the town as the “curse” or the aftereffects of mourning. 

Meanwhile, the Thaumas family is upsot by their step-mother’s sudden announcement of a pregnancy. She calls for an end to the constant mourning that has been in place since the death of Ortun Thaumas’ first wife. The remaining daughters plead with their father, and are granted the permission to keep on living, rather than keep themselves shrouded. This culminates in a coming out party for the triplets, who have recently turned sixteen. Lavish dancing shoes and dresses are ordered, the estate is thrown from its shroud into vivid color and decoration. The ball does not go as planned, however, as no suitors wish to touch the “cursed” girls. They are reasonably disappointed in this and wish they could escape the small island chain’s whispers and hopefully find love above this curse nonsense. 

Throughout this time, the youngest  and supposed source of the curse, Verity is subject to terrible visions of how her sisters perished, including those who passed before she was even born. She is haunted by the ghosts of these girls and draws her visions in disturbing clarity in a sketchbook, which she shows to Annaleigh. Shortly after being exposed to this Annaleigh begins seeing the ghosts too, as well as other terrifying apparitions. 

Still longing to find love and leave the Estate, the sisters and their childhood friend Fisher hatch a plan to find a secret door within the shrine to Pontus, the island’s deity. Upon entering this door Fisher finds himself in a faraway land that he’d been thinking of as he stepped through. He comes back with invitations to a ball, an offer too bright for the girls to resist. 

The girls begin using this door to transport themselves to faraway lands and spend the nights dancing at parties so decadent that they believe none could outshine the last. Each morning they awaken exhausted, believing that they’d danced the night away. Their shoes, a whimsical delicate leather slipper made for the coming out party begin to deteriorate. Undeterred by this, they begin to wear out any shoes they can get their feet into, including shoes belonging to their mother. 

Annaleigh begins to feel uncomfortable with this evening practice, and begins abstaining from the dancing, leading to her being visited more than ever by the ghosts and other unpleasant visions. As the winter solstice and the Churning celebrations approach, only Camille, the oldest and heiress, continues attending. 

The Churning dawns and brings with it a slew of men eager to take a blessing for a kind winter. Enter Cassius. Cassius is this tale’s tall, dark, and handsome Prince Charming. Having met Cassius earlier in the story, and encountered him a few times in the interim, Annaleigh is surprised to see him attending. They fall in love over the course of the story, despite her wondering if this mysterious, beautiful man is the source of their family’s grief. 

During the Churning celebrations Cassius finds Annaleigh trapped in the solarium, chased there by her nightmares, and they vow to find out what’s haunting the family before any of the remaining sisters can be harmed. Annaleigh accompanies Camille to another ball, hoping to find the answers to the mystery there. Instead what she finds is that these glamorous parties and elaborate feasts are just farce. The glamor peels away as she stands there horrified, seeing a layered cake turn to a dead sea turtle, the punches turned to chum. 

But when she awakens from this nightmare, a new one begins. There was no door in the shrine, there were no parties, just girls possessed and dancing in their rooms. The mystery unravels and Annaleigh is thrust into a race against time to keep the curse from spreading and taking every last one of the family. Tragedy strikes leaving only Annaleigh and the remaining five sisters to start their lives anew on the island. 


All in all, this book was a fantastic read. Though it was a retelling of “The Twelve Dancing Princesses”, it read like a marriage of the YA of old, like Meg Cabot’s “Mediator” series, with touches of the darkness found in Holly Black’s “Modern Faerie” Trilogy and staple tales like “The Secret Garden”. 

The romance was believable and the love interest helped the protagonist towards her goal instead of impeding it, or stomping on her ideas in favor of his own. Despite his being a demigod, he is still limited in many ways by his mortality and I think it was done well up until the epilogue. But even then, while that is an element of YA fantasy that I am not fond of, others are. It was written for them, and I respect that. 

Each character is lovingly written in a way that allows you to imagine them interacting with each other outside of the narrative just the same. The storylines between them unfold so naturally that you are often just as shocked by plot developments as the characters themselves. The icy cold feeling of betrayal as Annaleigh realizes that Morella was the source of their nightmare from the beginning is just so visceral. The strength and restraint Annaleigh shows in not granting Morella a swift death, it just makes me shake my fist and go YESSS!

The landscapes of this book are all so well thought out, again, you could paint a mental picture of them so clearly that you could taste the salt and feel the sand. It is truly a wonderful book. It well exceeded any of my expectations, and I look forward to reading this author’s future works. 

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August 2019 OwlCrate Review

For those who do not know, OwlCrate is a monthly curated YA book box. They bring you bookish goodies, one signed and often special edition copy of the book, and a slew of really cool extras like bookmarks and letters from the author. 

This month’s theme was “The Storms and Seas”, and both the book and the goods were well worth the $29.99 subscription fee. 

I went into this box really not knowing what to expect because I have conflicting thoughts about the state of YA at the moment. I figured I’d get stuck with things I didn’t want a la the Lootcrate Fiasco of 2014-2016. From the moment I opened the box, however, I was in LOVE.  Spoilers ahead for the August 2019 OwlCrate! You have been warned!

The box came packed so well that not a single bit of tissue was out of place and each and every thing in the box was gorgeous!

Let’s start with the enamel pin. This month’s enamel pin was sourced from Laserbrain Patch Co, a lovely company with a subscription service of their own, or a slew of purchasable goodies for those who don’t want to commit to surprises. The pin features the crest of the family in the theme’s book “House of Salt and Sorrows” as well as a glow in the dark lighthouse! This pin is absolutely stunning in-person and has a locking back, which is a perk for me because it will be adorning my partner’s nerdpunk vest. 

Next is a tin pencil case based on Maggie Stiefvater’s “The Scorpio Races”, which is just a lovely treat. It snaps really tightly closed and I think it will make an excellent addition to my travel crochet/cross stitch kit. 

The next item is a very cool engraved wooden bookmark that is almost too pretty to keep hidden in a book. I’m currently using it as a shelfminder when I take out books. The design on the bookmark is based on “Daughter of the Pirate King” by Tricia Levenseller

OwlCrate also included a really cool stamped metal lantern which can hold a single tealight. I am a bit of a mess when it comes to using those, so I’ll be opting to put a battery operated tealight in mine. 

This next inclusion was a bath salt mix that was straight out of my wildest dreams. I have always coveted things on The Soap Librarian’s website, and this was a perfect introduction to her product. It is an absolutely divine beachy mix of florals and savory notes that really make you want to soak in it for hours. 

Now you may notice something from the first picture is missing. That would be the absolutely amazing Sea Witch tea from Riddle’s Tea Shoppe. This tea was so fantastic that my partner and I polished it off on the first day. It was such a robust blend of spices and bergamot, which gave it so much body that it was almost like drinking a scone.

The real showstopper in this month’s crate is the book. This book is FANTASTIC. As of writing this I am only about 50% through it, but so far it is absolutely gripping. I was not familiar with the source fairytale, but that has not impeded my enjoyment of this story in the slightest. I will pen a proper review when I have completed it, because I do not believe I am far enough to give a constructive review that isn’t just blubbering about how much I love it. 

The book itself looks absolutely stunning. The exclusive cover is a shade brighter than the retail one, which to me adds a touch of whimsy. 

All in all I find myself completely satisfied with the contents of this month’s OwlCrate. Each item has a place in my home and my life that isn’t shoved aside or hastily gifted to a friend, and each piece adds to the mood and ambiance of the book. The accompanying pieces also gave me a few new recommendations for my TBR. 

If you’d like to get your hands on this month’s crate, head on over to OwlCrate

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Betrayal, Broth, and Baked Goods

It’s no secret that I have a bit of a “thing” when it comes to Tom Hiddleston and Charlie Cox. So when I found out they’d be appearing onstage together in a show I was absolutely thrilled. Until I checked and found it would only be showing in The West End. I’d sort of written it off and figured I could live it vicariously through posts on Tumblr and Instagram and that would be that, until a few weeks ago when a Telecharge mailer was nestled in the grocery circulars. Without much thought, I grabbed my laptop and mashed the codes into the site and within moments had fed it enough personal information and promises of currency that I had two tickets coming in the mail. 

This is the part where I tell you that after being shafted by “Burn This” I still have not learned to vet plays before I fling my wallet at them in an effort to be in the same room as an actor I admire. With “Betrayal” I at least gave a cursory glance at the Wikipedia article for it and found it interesting enough plot-wise that I wasn’t worried. You can see where this is going. 

The 14th came and it was rainy and sort of godawful all day. Not really the sort of day you want when your evening festivities include standing in queue outside of a theater for 45+ minutes waiting for doors, but I was already too far (and too monetarily) in to call it quits. The weather broke as we drove into the tunnel, and by the time we parked the only memory of the day’s rain was a soft cool breeze off the Hudson. 

This show was unlike anything I’d ever been to. For starters, it only had a 90 minute runtime with no interval. **Possible show Spoilers ahead!! For no spoilers ctrl+f and skip to the word DOUGHNUT!!**

The show itself felt like a victim of “Awful Taste But Great Execution”. It was a reverse-chronology of a love triangle between a man, his best friend, and his best friend’s wife. The show opens on a really awkward bar conversation that plays out like a Python sketch between Jerry (Cox) and his former affair partner, Emma (Ashton). They quip back and forth for a few minutes as Robert (Hiddleston) stands in the background eclipsed in shadow.  

The show continues to flow in this fashion, where two characters interact while the third is rotated to the back of the stage via a mechanism like a giant lazy susan. As they wind back time you watch the affair and its discovery play out via often completely frigid interactions between the cast, where in the same breath you can feel the absolutely off the charts amazing chemistry between them you can also feel how insincere and stilted the dialogue is. The culmination of this out-of-body weird experience is in the second-to-last scene, where a drunken Jerry privately proclaims his love to Emma during a party. They are interrupted by Robert, who embraces them both and expresses how much he loves his best friend and his wife, and how lucky he is that they all get along so well. The dialogue in this scene is by far the most awkward, with the chemistry between Jerry and Emma completely dissolving as she rebuffs him. The scene does nothing to set up the several-year long affair that it precedes. 

We ended up leaving the show feeling very “what the hell” about the whole thing, especially because throughout most of the audience laughed at things that were…not funny? Or even awkward? It seemed that I was missing some sort of universal “straight older couple” jokes, but I don’t know, the laughter just felt sitcom laugh-tracky. 


Onto better and more delicious things. Since the show let out so much earlier than we’d anticipated we had a bit more of a selection for dinner. Based on some quick searches in the immediate area for ramen, we came across EAK Ramen. Nestled on 46th Street between 9th & 8th Avenues, it is an incredibly cute restaurant. The menu is vast, and contains a myriad of delicious things to try. You definitely can’t eat here just once. The staff were incredibly friendly and attentive, and the overall vibe of the restaurant was very casual. My partner and I opted to order a bit of everything, which amounted to the gorgeous spread pictured above. The prices are really reasonable, with our entire meal coming to $75 after tip, including two beers and two lemonades. 

The gyoza were absolutely divine. The dumpling exterior had that soft delicate chew that only handmade dumplings have, and the pork filling was salty, savory, and packed with ginger. Their takoyaki were also similarly fantastic, with a generous coating of takoyaki sauce and hot mustard. 

For entrees, I got a Chashu Mini Bowl, while my other half had the Tokyo Chicken Ramen. The chashu bowl came with a perfectly cooked marinated egg, two caramelly wonderful slices of chashu, spicy pickled ginger, and spinach over steamed rice. It was absolutely heavenly. 

The ramen really stole the show though. The noodles were springy and velvety, almost eggy, and the broth was a multi-layered experience. A rich, savory chicken broth broken up by sharp freshness of the onion and added broccoli, made whole by a marinated egg that showered each bite in its delicious essence. 

After this lovely meal, we decided to indulge in a final caper that has become a part of trips to NYC; Milkbar. For those who don’t know, Milkbar is the brainchild of Christina Tosi, a baker with a knack for turning all the stuff we weren’t allowed to have as kids into delicious nostalgia bombs. From a photo-perfect birthday cake (which your not-so-humble blogger is currently devouring) to a myriad of cookies that push the boundaries of “can I put that in there?”, her shop is a wonderland of treats and flavor combinations. Where else could you get a cereal milk latte? It’s honestly the bees knees, and worth a trip. If you aren’t ready to eat, the cookies are always a good bet as they come individually wrapped and will easily survive a trip home. If you can’t take home cookies, they also now sell the cookie mixes in tins! 

For those who want to try things on hard-mode or want to make your favorite sweets at home anytime, there’s also the Milkbar cookbook. Aside from being instructions on how to replicate the various amazing treats available in store it also has the “why” of all of the techniques you’ll need to whip up your own Birthday Truffles or Compost Cookies. You can find it on Amazon at the link below! 

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