Friday, October 26, 2012

Cover reveal: Sweet Peril by Wendy Higgins

Hi everyone

Today I’m very excited to be part of the cover reveal for Sweet Peril by Wendy Higgins.

Having read Sweet Evil, the first book in The Sweet Trilogy (which I adored by the way), I just had to jump at the chance to be part of the unveiling of the fabulous (and fabulous it is) jacket cover for the next book in the trilogy.

Luckily for me, Wendy was more than happy to accommodate me. Yay.

So, without further ado (and enough babbling from my side), I present to you, the exquisitely beautiful Sweet Peril cover.


Go ahead and swoon. That’s what I did when I first laid my eyes on it.

About Sweet Peril
Publication Date:  April 30, 2013 from HarperTeen
Anna Whitt, daughter of a guardian angel and a demon, promised herself she’d never do the work of her father—polluting souls. She’d been naive to make such a claim.

She’d been naive about a lot of things. Haunted by demon whisperers, Anna does whatever she can to survive, even if it means embracing her dark side and earning an unwanted reputation as her school’s party girl.

Her life has never looked more bleak. And all the while there’s Kaidan Rowe, son of the Duke of Lust, plaguing her heart and mind.

When an unexpected lost message from the angels surfaces, Anna finds herself traveling the globe with Kopano, son of Wrath, in an attempt to gain support of fellow Nephilim and give them hope for the first time.

It soon becomes clear that whatever freedoms Anna and the rest of the Neph are hoping to win will not be gained without a fight. Until then, Anna and Kaidan must put aside the issues between them, overcome the steamiest of temptations yet, and face the ultimate question: is loving someone worth risking their life?

You can add Sweet Evil and Sweet Peril to your TBR lists on Goodreads if you haven’t done so already.

More about Wendy:
Wendy Higgins was born in Alaska, grew up an Army brat, and lived all over the United States before settling in the Washington, DC area.

She attended George Mason University for her undergrad degree in creative writing, and Radford University for her masters in curriculum and instruction.

Wendy taught 9th and 12th grade English in a rural school before becoming a mother and author.

She now lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, daughter, and son. Sweet Peril is her second novel.

Where you can find Wendy:
Her website
Twitter
Character Kaidan Rowe on Twitter
Preorder on Amazon
Preorder on Barnes & Noble
Preorder on The Book Depository
Wendy's Facebook profile
Sweet Evil's Facebook

A huge Thank you to Wendy for allowing me to be part of the cover reveal. Now for the actual book to come out....

Friday, October 19, 2012

Shadows (by Ilsa J. Bick) blog tour: Excerpt

Hi everyone

As part of Ilsa J. Bick’s Shadows blog tour, I’m very excited about featuring an excerpt and a giveaway on my blog today. I absolutely loved Ashes, the first book in the trilogy, and considering the epic cliffhanger that Ashes ended with, I can’t wait to read Shadows.

For those of you who can’t remember what happened in the first book, Ilsa has a fantastic post up on her blog which chronicles a recap of the most important events, along with a reminder of who the different characters are.

So, before you read the excerpt below, make sure you head on over to her blog for her refresher course on Ashes.

About Shadows:

The Apocalypse does not end. The Changed will grow in numbers. The Spared may not survive.

Even before the EMPs brought down the world, Alex was on the run from the demons of her past and the monster living in her head. After the world was gone, she believed Rule could be a sanctuary for her and those she’d come to love.

But she was wrong.

Now Alex is in the fight of her life against the adults, who would use her, the survivors, who don’t trust her, and the Changed, who would eat her alive.

Welcome to Shadows, the second book in the haunting apocalyptic Ashes Trilogy: where no one is safe and humans may be the worst of the monsters.


Read on for an exclusive excerpt below:


Six more ninja-kids trudged from the woods. They were working hard, their breaths coming in white chuffs. Each pulled a long, scalloped, fire-engine-colored plastic sled.

“Oh Lord.” Ruby’s hand fluttered to her mouth. “They’ve got children.”

Twelve in all. Very dead. Girls and boys. Two to a sled, and carelessly sprawled across one another in a tangle of limp arms and legs and dragging hair like corpses from a concentration camp.

She picked out a few head shots. No mistaking that drippy third eye or the misshapen skulls. But most had their throats cut and wore wide bibs of iced blood. Some—most—had died with their eyes wide open, and their mouths, too, frozen in a final, silent scream.

The lingering odor of the dead children’s fear and terror lodged in her throat, but she also smelled a whisper of gun oil, powder. Solvent—and a drift of ashes scraped from a blackened hearth.

Then, she knew: these weren’t only children.

They had been soldiers.

Two more ninja-kids huffed into view. They, too, were dragging something along, working up a real sweat like cattlemen wrestling a bucking bull that just wouldn’t quit.
Which wasn’t far from the truth.

He was tall like Chris and Wolf but had Tom’s muscle. His hair, very blond, was tied back with a twist of leather in a short ponytail.

She pegged him as pretty close to Chris’s age, give or take a year. His parka was torn wide open, and a huge blood-spider was splayed over his shirt, low and on the left. More blood smeared his face and the hollow of his throat. His hands, naked to the cold, were crimson.

“B-bastards.” The boy was fighting, gasping, his breath coming  in hitching, pained sobs.

“Should’ve killed you when I had the chan—”

He let out a high shriek as Acne slammed a fist into the kid’s gut. The boy’s knees jackknifed as the two ninjas let go. Retching, the kid dropped to the snow, trying to brace his injured side with one bloody hand.

“P-please, let him go.” The boy’s face was etched deep with despair and pain. “Please. You can have me, but let—”

“Daniel?” The word was shrill, a spear of sound hurtling from the dark woods. “Dannnniellllll?”

“Oh shit,” Sharon said.

No. A sudden film of tears burned her eyes and splintered the firelight and all those bodies into a smeary rainbow. Please, not another one; not this, too.

The cry came again but was inarticulate this time and not a word but a line of pure sound as thin and bright as a laser. A moment later, one last ninja pushed into the light.

He was hauling something, staggering a little with the effort but grinning fiercely the way a fisherman did when he’d just landed the catch of a lifetime.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Ray said.

When the shot came, Tom was pawing through the tool chest, a small penlight clamped between his teeth to free his hands. At the sound, Tom jumped, his teeth clicking metal. The dog yipped then growled.

What the hell? What is Jed shooting at?

Then he caught the slight separation, the overlapping echoes, and his brain, so conditioned to gunfire, instantly understood: two shots, with only a half-second’s separation, if that. And close.

Jed! The Phillips clattered to the concrete. He killed the penlight, slung off his pack, and unhooked his rifle. Shucking a round into the chamber on the run, he was nearly out the door when he caught himself. Easy. Whatever’s happened has already gone down.

Run into an ambush and you won’t be able to help anyone.

Two shots, three possibilities: two shooters, both firing at Jed at virtually the same moment. Or Jed got a shot off first and the other guy spotted him at the last second. Or Jed squeezed off a round as a warning and then the other guy—

No. Can’t think that, not yet.

“Raleigh, down,” he hissed. The dog obeyed, instantly. Dropping to a crouch, he listened.

Nothing. No shots. No shouting. No Jed.

A hard knuckle of dread dug at his chest. He had to get out of the boathouse. The big slider opened west and onto the lake; the one door was hinged on the right, but that was only good if there was no one already on the trail. The slider, then. Take the ice all the way back to—

Another sound: high, thin. The dog let go of a whimper. Tom’s ears tingled. What was that? A shout? No, a scream and—A distant crack.

A third shot. Further away, to the north. The cabin.

Grace? What air he’d held in his lungs came in a sudden, hard  exhalation close to a sob. He rested his forehead on his rifle. The metal was cold enough to burn. My fault, I shouldn’t have waited.
“Kid!”

The shout was so close, Tom nearly vaulted out of his skin. By his side, the dog sprang to its feet and let out a low, menacing ruff. “Kid, we don’t want to hurt you! Just come on out!”

We. So, two men? Three? Or the guy could be bluffing. But he knew now, beyond a shadow of a doubt: Jed was dead, too.

You bastards, I’ll kill you. His lungs were lead. I’ll kill you, I’ll—
“Kid, we can do this hard, or we can do this easy. We don’t want to hurt you, but if you take a shot, we will shoot back. So open the door, then come out slow, hands up.”

Maybe fifty yards away, Tom thought, and from his perspective, a little to the right, which made sense because the woods were there. That decided it.

“What do you want?” He didn’t really care, but he needed to buy just a little more time.
“Just need you to come with us.”

In the next instant, the darkness erupted in yellow light that fired the sliding window above Tom’s head. The light played over the boathouse right and then left and then right again.

They did him a favor because now he saw the machines very well: the wind sled on the right and a little ahead of the snowmobile. Jed’s Road King was tucked further back, across from the cot and propane heater.

The dog whimpered again.

An instant later, he caught the smell, too: a faint char of wood smoke. He knew a fair amount about smoke and fire, and his nose had no trouble teasing apart the odors.

Saturate wood with gas or another accelerant and the smell was very different. Burning cloth and synthetics had a chemical reek. The cabin was going up.

The bastards were smart, trying to get on top of him. They knew he’d have nowhere to go. The boathouse would be next, too. Burn him out.
“Smell that, kid?” The voice was much closer now. “Come on, you’re just making this harder on yourself.”
Scooping up his pack, he moved fast, dumping his gear in the wind sled’s rear seat, sliding the rifle into the footwell, thinking through what he had to do—the exact sequence.

It really came down to how fast they figured it out. And if they could find a way to follow him. He glanced at the snowmobile.

In the grainy light, the hole left when he’d pulled the  ignition assembly was an eyeless socket. But the loop of cord still dangled. So they just might.The snowmobile’s faster. It’s got a light. One can shoot while the other drives.

No choice.
“Come on, kid!” The lights bobbed as the hunters closed in.

The interior of the boathouse was graying now.

“Raleigh, come,” he hissed, patting the rear seat. As the dog scampered into the wind sled, Tom darted to the slider. “Good boy. Stay.” He hooked his right hand through the cast-iron latch, set his feet, braced himself on his stronger left leg. Pulled in a deep  breath. Once done, he was committed.

Do it.

He yanked, almost too hard. The slider rolled easily, thanks to all Jed’s WD-40, the metal wheels whispering over the rails like a  bowling ball over polished wood.

A gust of very cold air ballooned  into the boathouse, pulling with it the stink of burning wood and melting plastics. Then he was pivoting, leaping back toward the sled. Outside, the light suddenly shifted as the hunters caught on.

Five seconds, maybe ten. Vaulting into the Spitfire’s front seat, he jabbed at the ignition, pumping the accelerator to drive fuel into  the engine. There was a millisecond’s delay, and then the engine  ground, coughed, spluttered— And did not catch.

Come on, come on, come on! From outside, there came a shout.

The lights bobbed; he heard the thrash of brambles and icy wood.  They were coming, fast. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to give the engine two precious seconds he did not have and then  tried again.

If it floods, I’m dead. Sweat trickled down his neck. They’ll be  around the corner, and if I’m still sitting here— The engine came to life in a spluttering crescendo roar.

And he began to move.

The little boy was dark-haired and bright-eyed with terror, but Alex  saw the resemblance immediately. There was a splash of crimson  on the boy’s face and more blood on his hands, too, but nowhere  else that she could see. So maybe the blood was his brother’s.

“Daniel!” the little boy cried. “Daniel, are you okay?”

“It’s all right, Jack.” Daniel struggled to his knees. “Stay calm, okay?”

“But what are they going to do to us?” Jack’s voice was tight, and  his lips were drawn back in a bright, hard rictus. He was very young,  no older than Ellie. Huge tears were rolling down his cheeks, where  they mixed with gore, so that it seemed like he was weeping blood.

“Are they going to eat us?”

“No.” Daniel heaved to his feet, pushing up on his thighs. It was  costing him, too; his arms trembled and Alex saw how his breath  grabbed and hitched. “You’re going to be fine. It’s all right.”

It was not all right. Acne was helping Beretta to his feet. Spider  and Leopard and the others were gathering around Daniel and Jack  the same way Wolf and his crew had watched as she and Spider fought.

Of course, Spider had that corn knife, too. Already thick  and feverish and frenzied, the air suddenly bunched and roiled.

“Oh God,” she said.

To her left, Sharon darted a look. “What?”

Alex didn’t reply. She couldn’t. But she had enough experience  with the Changed and knew when she smelled it. Daniel and Jack didn’t have much time.

And neither did they.

Giveaway:

This giveaway is now closed. Congratulations to Angeline, who has won herself a copy of Shadows.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Owlet blog tour: Unexpected ideas (Read-along excerpt, guest post & giveaway by Emma Michaels)

 Hi everyone

Today, as part of the Owlet book blog tour, I’d like to welcome author Emma Michaels to my blog.  I’ve always been fascinated by how authors come up with their ideas for their stories, and luckily for me, Emma has written a post about Unexpected ideas.

Along with her guest post, you can also find an excerpt below and stand in chance to win swag and prize packs by entering the giveaway below. Before I get onto the guest post though, here’s some more information about the book:

Owlet by Emma Michaels

Somewhere between falling and flying… there is a girl.

Iris has a secret.

She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul.

After an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie.

As the fa├žade her father has built starts to crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.


Owlet Goodreads page:

Read-along Excerpt:

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Roger paced between the windows set on either side of the front door, watching the outside world. He was sure he had seen someone when he had carried Iris to the office and he already knew what that would mean for her.

I feel like such a liar. Do I tell her? I have to decide. She needs to know. But will she ever forgive me for protecting her?

Can I really face my only daughter and admit to the most innocent person I know the reasons why I have kept her from the truth?

She is all I have left of Elena...my beautiful Elena. There are so many reasons why I have hidden Iris from the world she was born to be a part of. How could I ever explain them all?

How can I make amends? Now it might be too late to undo what I have done. They are coming...and we were all wrong about her.

She wasn’t born wrong; she wasn’t lying in wait to change. She really is the girl I have always seen. I was right all along and now...

There is no way for me to help her.

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Scroll to the bottom for a complete list of the read-along scheduled posts.

Unexpected Ideas (Guest post by Emma)

Oh, how I love these. I will often outline and research my novels before I begin writing them. Once I start the actual writing process, it normally doesn’t take me long to write a novel. But something that happens to me during my writing is that I will often get an unexpected idea. Sometimes it is a wonderful “ah ha!” moment.

Other times it is one of those things that suddenly occur to me, and I would love to implement it, but I have no clue how to do it. It throws a stick in my wheel and I freeze up, wondering as I bite my lip what I should do.

No matter what we are doing, whether we are writing, reading, out with friends at a restaurant or at the grocery store, we experience unexpected ideas. But just like when we are in the grocery store or with friends at the restaurant, sometimes those unexpected ideas are not the best idea.

For instance, getting dessert when you’re on a diet (though I am not someone who diets). Or buying snacks you know you shouldn’t get, but the packaging and flavor looks so tempting.

So what is the difference between a good unexpected idea, and a bad one? How do we implement the good ones? Will our eyes of our editors begin to glow red if we ask for an extension to implement unexpected ideas?

I’m not sure because I haven’t had that happen as of yet, but I’m fairly certain that big red eye in Mordor once belonged to an editor (luckily not mine. Mine is a dream come true).

I don’t think there truly is a bad idea, just ones that we might need to work on a bit. Try using a friend or family member as a sounding board if you’re not sure. If it is a food related idea, think twice, but an occasional indulgence is fine. If it’s writing, don’t be afraid to go a little crazy.

I tend to get my really good ideas from really weird places. For instance, my latest novel, Owlet, came from an idea I had in a dream which almost never happens to me.

Other ideas I have had have come from things as small as red four leaf clovers to dogs I met when I was a child. Most of these ideas have been turned into manuscripts that are slowly being released.

But for the unexpected ideas that happen during writing, these can be a bit more difficult to implement.

Editors and burning eyes notwithstanding, don’t be afraid to lose a portion of your manuscript and implement the unexpected idea if you think it is worth it.

In the age of Microsoft Word, we can save a version of our manuscript, implement the unexpected idea, then save the new version under a different file name right next to the other. This way we don’t lose our first version and can always go back to it.

If you get an unexpected idea that you think is a really good one, but you don’t want to use it in a current project, that’s okay. Save it for another project on another day. Write them down and make backup copies.

So when you get those unexpected ideas, don’t be afraid to yell “For Frodo!” and charge in while your family stares at you in bewilderment. It might just be the best idea you’ve ever had.

P.S. Can you tell I am a Lord Of The Rings fan? :-p

About Emma
Emma Michaels is the author of the ‘A Sense of Truth’ and ‘Society of Feathers’ series.

Her goal with her latest YA novel 'Owlet' is to give others what she did not have growing up; a strong female protagonist with asthma. 


While her previous aspiration was to be a lady knight she realized that not being able to run more than a few feet might become a hindrance so turned to writing instead.

Her day jobs include being a cover artist, marketing consultant and silk screen designer.


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A Huge thanks to Tribute Books for allowing me to be part of this tour.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Book review: On the Jellicoe Road

On the Jellicoe Road
How do you rediscover your sense of wonder underneath all the layers of grief, forgotten memories and fragmented pieces of history when all you have is a script that tells a broken story and a girl who has forgotten her past?

On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta (Penguin Viking)
I first fell in love with Melina Marchetta’s writing a couple of months ago when I read Saving Francesca. 

This wonderful author has a way of making the lives of her characters seep into your veins, filling your soul with a bittersweet ache that refuses to go away long after you’ve turned the last page. 

And with On the Jellicoe Road, it proved to be no different.

In fact, I’d go as far as to say that this book proved to be an even better reading experience - such is the exquisite power of her writing.

Not only that, but the book wrecked me in a way that I never, ever expected it to, which is why the first thing you should probably know before I continue, is that Melina Marchetta is the queen of bittersweet reads.

Her books aren’t the conventional kind of reads that always leave you with closure; they’re books that leave you with a lingering void in your soul; it’s one that you’re not sure how to refill and one that you’re not quite certain you want to. 

But, for all of their poignancy, they somehow, by their very nature, also leave you filled with a hope that speaks of new beginnings and all of the blossoming opportunities that go hand in hand with it. And On the Jellicoe Road, is definitely one such book.

Yet, it doesn’t make for an easy read.

It’s not because it’s heavy and dressed in intellectual snobbery ( quite the opposite, in fact) but it’s because the book is like a puzzle; the pieces  all fractured and fragmented, and arranged in an order that at first appears to make no sense.

I know many have abandoned this book for this very reason, but here’s my advice to you: Puzzle pieces always start out with no structure, but when it starts taking shape, it transforms into a completed masterpiece.

Melina’s On the Jellicoe Road?

It’s not only a phenomenal riddle-like novel waiting to be solved by the reader, but it’s a reading experience that transcends its very own essence when the pieces finally fit together. 

The book starts off at the scene of an accident, and hooks you in immediately:

“My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.

I counted.

It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey.”


These opening lines not only set the scene for a journey that will span over the course of twenty years, but also asks the following question posed by an integral character in the book (I quote): 

“I remember asking, ‘What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?’ and my father said, ‘Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand. “

I didn’t think of it then, but only when I closed turned the second last page, did I realise just how important this question would be. 

I also never thought that this book would have such a wonderfully, hopeful and heartbreakingly beautiful response to the posed question, nor how it would fit in with the theme of the book, which is why the impact of this book was all the more powerful for it.

Divided into past and present, present-day focuses on Taylor Markham, leader of the boarders at the Jellicoe School. 

With her trademark devil-may-care, rebellious and tough-as-nails attitude, she reluctantly finds herself having to deal with boarding house issues, trying to negotiate her way around territory wars, which includes  dealing with Jonah Griggs – who is not only leader of  the rival gang, The Cadets  - but also someone she’s had an interesting history with.

Having been abandoned by her mother at a young age, Taylor rarely lets anyone in, and when Hannah, the caretaker and only person Taylor has ever learned to rely on disappears, the only thing she’s left with is a strange and unfinished manuscript which chronicles the story of 5 people who resided in Jellicoe years ago.

Taylor knows that in order to uncover Hannah’s whereabouts, she’ll need to try and make sense of the manuscript.  

But with so much of her own story missing and being plagued by strange dreams that may be connected to the manuscript, she’ll need to finally confront all the memories that she’s been repressing  and try to find the mother who abandoned her On the Jellicoe Road so many years ago.

The manuscript Taylor tries to make sense of focuses on 5 people Hannah wrote about: Tate, Webb, Fitz, Jude and Narnie.

When we read this part of the story, we’re not quite sure why their story forms part of the overall arc and at first, one is almost tempted to skim through this part because you don’t really see a point to this segment (which, by the way, is told in the form of manuscript pieces intertwined throughout the novel).

It turns out though, that these 5 people have more history with the Jellicoe Road than we could have imagined.

Their story is one that is filled with laughter and happiness, devastating tragedy and bittersweet nostalgia.  Narnie and her troop are all made so real to us, and even though a few of them are no longer around, you can’t help but feel as if their presence is deeply soaked into the story.

I wish I could tell you how the story comes together, but that is an epiphany – an “oh, that’s why” moment that every person should have the privilege of experiencing on their own.

On the Jellicoe is also a novel that deals with so many difficult topics.

Tackling issues of abandonment, suicide and bereavement, it’s a no-holds barred look at how the devastating actions and bad decisions of the past, impact Taylor and the various characters in this novel, in the most haunting manner possible.

The secondary characters are incredible in their own way, and only enhance the sheer beauty of this novel.

From the budding friendship and romance between rival gangs and watching how beautifully it comes together, we get to see how each character, despite appearances have an underlying yearning for something so much more than the circumstances they find themselves in.

The relationship between Taylor and Jonah is definitely one of my favourites in YA. Watching how mistrust slowly fades away and brings them to a point where they become each other’s support, is nothing short of spellbinding.

What’s even better is that these two have a chemistry that’s not just based on physical attraction, but also on a heartfelt emotional connection.

At the end of the day though, On the Jellicoe Road is not just a story about love, friendship and learning to discover who and what you are, it’s also a story of how the actions of one generation can have far-reaching consequences on the ones they’ve left behind.

It’s a moving and beautiful read filled with love, loss, laughter, heartache and the power of friendship and forgiveness.  Above all, it’s a book that will make your soul weep with ALL the feelings your heart can stand.

Give this one a chance. It’s more than earned its place on my list of all-time favourite reads.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Book talk: Making time to read

I realise that as a book blogger, this post may be rather ironic, seeing as most of us are such fanatic readers.

However, with many of us being so busy with our day-to-day jobs, dealing with life’s interruptions and trying to find the time to do mundane tasks, sometimes there’s just not enough time in the day to read.

The fact that there’s so many books to read doesn’t exactly help take away the unpleasant thought that there’s way too little hours in a day to read ALL the books.

As a regular book addict (and an online book editor for Women24, where a slightly different version of this piece appeared), the one question I'm always asked is how I manage to find the time to read all the books that I do.

The answer, trite as it sounds, is rather simple.

I somehow make the time.

I make time not only because I have to, but because I want to. I have a passion for books and love reading more than I love watching TV.  Chatting to fellow book lovers on twitter, I realise that making time is not as easy as I make it sound.

In light of this, I've compiled a list of ways to make time for reading. 

Change your perception of reading.
You need to eat to survive don't you? Think of reading as your daily sustenance. My day certainly doesn't start off properly if I haven't at least managed to slip in a few pages (even if it's 4 pages) worth of reading. 

Finished making breakfast for the kids? Read while you're eating your own breakfast.

Carry books around you whenever you can.
When I first applied for my learners, I can still remember the long queue I was forced to stand in. I was bored, frustrated and incredibly grouchy. 

Most of all, I realised that the time spent watching other people being equally grumpy was time that I could have spent reading. To this day, I carry a bag of books with me wherever I go.

I'm also fortunate in that I use public transport and get in a good couple of chapters while I’m waiting on the station and while I'm in the train, so the book bag really comes in handy then.

Picking up your kids at school? Why not keep that book bag at hand and use the opportunity to read while you're waiting?

Keep more than one book at hand.
What's this got to do with making more time for reading you may ask? Well, I find that sometimes I'm not in the mood for one book – and when I'm not, I usually put the book down.

As a result, I lose out on reading time because I'm not carrying another book with me – one that will better suit my mood. This is why I carry a minimum of at least 3 books with me. Book geek? Yes. I know.

Hands too busy and always on the go? Buy an audio book.
If you're tight for time and can't find the time for a paperback, why not go the audio route?  You can still do what you need to do and walk around listening to the soothing voice of a story being narrated to you.

Think of it as going back to the days when your parents read stories to you every night.  Just make sure you're not listening to the audio book in the middle of doing something that requires more than your average amount of attention. 

Switch all gadgets off. Unless it's an E-reader.
I know the first thing that one tends to do when you get home from work is to either flop down in front of the TV or switch the laptop on and continue working.

But if you're really serious about getting some reading done and you're a geek for all things technological, why not just switch everything off and get some e-reading done?

And if you’re married, why not let hubby do the cooking some nights?

Not only that, why not just switch off and pick up that paperback instead? Work is meant to be left at work and you can always record that programme you've been meaning to watch.

Read what you love.
Finally, and most importantly, my best bit of advice would be to read what you love. You are under no obligation to waste your time by trudging through a book that you're not enjoying, but feel compelled to finish.

There's just too little time in the day to waste your time reading books you don't like.  Reading is a getaway experience – if the book doesn't offer you the escapism you're looking for, move on and find one that will.

If all else fails? Just take a book with you to the toilet. 

Now if only I could have more time in the day to blog more often, then life would be pretty peachy.

Anyway, I’d love to hear your thoughts. How do you make time to read? Do you find yourself with this dilemma?

P.S. Sorry I haven't been around much lately. I'll be playing catch up later this week.

Disclaimer: Just in case I didn't make it clear in my article, this originally appeared on the Women24 website (links found in article).