This Rebel Reviews: Rise to the Sun by Leah Johnson

Rise to the Sun by Leah Johnson

Genre: Young Adult Contemporary


Rep: African American bisexual mc,African American lesbian mc, wlw, sapphic side character, character with asthma.

I adored You Should See Me in a Crown which was Johnson’s first novel and was so excited to get a copy of Rise to the Sun and it didn’t disappoint. I adore both Toni and Olivia and connect with both of them especially Olivia and her believing she is too much and will never be loved for herself. I love Olivia’s story in this book the most. I love seeing myself in her character and seeing her learning to start to let go of those negative thoughts gives me hope for myself. I also really love the friendship between Toni and her best friend Peter. His character was a ball of sunshine and positivity. I would love for Peter to get his own book. I highly recommend this book for anyone who loves amazing writing, two very different and lovable main characters who are so perfect together it hurts, and a heartwarming story about letting people in and loving yourself.

Rating: 5 stars

This Rebel Reviews: Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan

YA LGBTQIA+ Contemporary


My Review

I have heard great things about this book and it did not disappoint. I love Ruby and Morgan. I love how they are both so different put so perfect for each other. I also love how the author explored being out and proud and having a supportive family with one character and not being out and it being unsafe to come out to her family with the other. I couldn’t put this book down and love how it handled serious issues but still had an adorable romance. I also loved the side characters especially Billy Ruby’s Ex Stepfather and Morgan’s friend Aaron who needs his own book *hint hint to Jennifer Dugan* This book is full of sapphic love, the ups and downs of coming out and the courage to be who you are. I highly recommend it and will definitely be buying and reading Dugan’s other books.

Rating: 5 stars

This Rebel Reviews: Revenge by by Dani Hoots

*I was given this book for free to review by the author. All opinions are my own*

This book was amazing. I loved how the author mixed science fiction and western themes together well but do wish there was a bit more world building. This book has one of my favorite tropes found family. I fell in love with all four characters. Ellie with her strength and drive, Zach who is the sweetest cinnamon roll ever with a love for girly cocktails, Cor with his charm and secrets and Gabe with his love of hats and wish to belong. This book also shows that it doesn’t take but a small spark of hate to start to generations of it. One of my favorite scenes was when Zach and Gabe first meet(I was laughing so hard and really felt for Zach). I loved the LGBTQIA+ rep(Asexual,Bisexual,Gay) in this book. This book had some great humor and I didn’t see some of the twists coming. I can’t wait to get my hands on book 2.

Rating: 5 stars

This Rebel Reviews: Shade by Mere Joyce

Shade by Mere Joyce

Oracle of Senders Book 1


Genre: Young Adult Paranormal

Synopsis :

Fourteen-year-old Callum Silver sees dead people. It’s not a gift. His family thinks he’s crazy. Sometimes he thinks he’s crazy. He has no friends. He’s forced to live his life surrounded by nothing but the searing pain, sickening smells and desperate moans that accompany the murdered ghosts who seek him out.

When he’s offered a place at Camp Wanagi, the ten weeks in the French countryside isn’t a vacation, it’s a lifeline. A way to meet others like himself and prove his ability can offer more than years of loneliness and expensive therapy bills.

Run by a mysterious group known as the Oracle of Senders, Camp Wanagi brings together teens from around the globe who all possess the unique ability to see the dead. While Cal is relieved to find others like him, he learns quickly that not everybody experiences the spirits as he does. Some of the campers revere their abilities and don’t understand his hesitation, while others—like quiet bookworm Meander Rhoades—have good reason for wishing they could get rid of their ‘gifts’.

While researching their final project, Cal and Meander find an unmarked grave which reveals aspects of their abilities neither knew existed, forcing Cal to decide if the torture of seeing ghosts is worthwhile and, more importantly, if being a part of the Oracle of Senders is necessary, dangerous…or both.

My Review

First off I love ghosts and dream of going ghost-hunting someday. So when my favorite book box ever Rainbow crate (@ rainbowcratebookbox on instagram) did a ghost box I was so excited and started reading all the ghost fandoms included in the box. Shade is about a camp for teenagers who can see or feel ghosts. This book is on the lower side of YA which makes sense because this a four year camp. I love how diverse this book was. All of the students are all from different counties, back grounds and many speak more then one language.

The author does an amazing job of showing and describing the different abilities the campers have and I love how every campers ability is unique to them. I love all characters so much. My favorites are Cal(main character) and Meander. Two of my favorite scenes are Meander and Cal in the cemetery and the one with them in the library. I love Cal’s character growth. This book was just fantastic and is the perfect replacement for Harry Potter and for those who miss Camp Half-Blood.

Rating: 5 stars

This Rebel Rebels: A Ferry of Bones and Gold by Hailey Turner

Book 1 in the Soulbound series

Book 1 of 7

Genre: Adult MM Urban paranormal fantasy

I had never heard of this series until my friend Mary recommended it to me. I don’t read a lot of adult books so I was a little worried going in but I worried for nothing I love this book so much. Seriously this book has everything I love complex world building, lovable found family, a gorgeous story and great writing.

The two main characters stole my heart. I love Patrick’s snakiness and Jono’s protectiveness of Patrick. I ship them so hard. Patrick and Jono= OTP This book has so many mythical creatures, greek gods,and myths all weaved together seamlessly. I am a daughter of a Marine so I always love when there are Marines in books but Hailey gave me something I didn’t know I needed Marines with magic powers. Also just a heads up be prepared for great twists and OMG moments. Highly recommend to anyone who loves MM fantasy.

Heat rating: 2 long sex scenes and 1 small one

Rating: 5 stars

This Rebel Reviews: Cry of the Shifters by Tayla Jean Grossberg

In this YA fantasy by Tayla Jean Grossberg you follow a girl who wakes up in a villiage with amnesia about who she is.

DNF @56 pages

I hate writing bad reviews. It is the thing I hate most being a book reviewer. Saying that this book is a hot mess. The writing was very juvenile and it feels like this is the first thing the author ever wrote. The story didn’t make any sense whatsoever.

This is a sentence from the book: this is after a bloody battle with a bear

“Nice shot,” someone said to him but he didn’t hear.

How does he know what they said if he didn’t hear them? Here is another:

“Slowly men started walking home, thankful the fight was over.”

They just fought a bear there are dead and injured most likely close friends and family of the people because this is a small village on the ground but they just walk home?!

Also how does the main character who can’t remember anything because of amnesia know where places in the village are amd what happens there. She said when she wakes up she has no memories and doesn’t even know her own name?

The main character Caitlin is not likable and most of the things she does either contradict what she just said a few paragraphs ago or are something no human being whould do ever in her situation.

The story doesn’t flow either. One minute you are in the main characters head, then a random villager, then another random villiager, you see where I am going with this right? It was a stuggle to get to page 56. I highly recommend you give this one a pass.

Rating: 1 star

I was given this book for free to promote and to review. All opinions are my own.

Indie Blog Hop: The Subway Girl by Lisa Becker

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The Subway Girl by Lisa Becker


The Subway Girl: A hopeless romantic. A cynical web show producer. An unscrupulous cameraman. A sleazy businessman. An aspiring actress. A womanizing best friend. A scheming ex-girlfriend. A commitment-phobic roommate. An unlucky-in-love buddy. These lives intersect when an average guy is awed by a gorgeous mystery woman on a New York subway and vows to meet her.

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Indie Blog Hop Tour: Glimpses of Time and Magic by Various Authors

History isn't like they said


History is quite a fascinating thing. We know the stories that have been told to us since we were children, but there are secrets… Magical secrets that are desperate to be revealed.

Pompeii was a tragedy the world will never forget, but what really caused the volcanic eruption
that ended it all?

Why was the great sword Excalibur really destroyed?

The rolling hills of Victorian England seem peaceful enough, but what secrets really lurk there?

And would it surprise you that there are darker secrets in Ancient Rome than people ever

If the Great Fog of London in what it seems?

You think you know Harry Houdini, but do you know the man behind all the tricks?

And what if the mystery of Roanaoke runs deeper than you could ever imagine?

Could Ireland potato famine really be caused by a mage gone mad?

What if a ghost ship off the coast of England was more than a phantom?

Want to find out the secrets behind each of these stories?

Read nine exciting tales where history and magic collide from authors Michaela Baker, James Quinlan Meservy, Ariel Paiement, Joshua
Reid, Alicia Scarborough, Maria Vermisoglou, Joanna White, Kandi J. Wyatt, and Sara Zagorski.

Magic and History

Blog Tour: We Didn’t Ask For This by Adi Alsaid


We Didn’t Ask for This by Adi Alsaid

Young Adult Contemporary 


Excerpted from We Didn’t Ask for This by Adi Alsaid. © 2020 by Adi Alsaid, used with permission by Inkyard Press.

The lock-in was going fairly well until Marisa unleashed her cronies and chained herself to the main entrance.


No one really noticed right away, busy as they were taking part in a number of lock-in-related activities: laser tag in the parking garage, a sanctioned food fight in the cafeteria, a photo shoot tutorial with a renowned YouTube influencer.


Once a year, in April, the doors at Central International School’s K-12 campus closed—though they didn’t literally lock—to allow the high school students to roam free for the whole night. Having the next day off school was nowhere near the best part. Nor, strictly speaking, were the activities themselves, though they were extravagant and wonderful and distracted everyone from what Marisa was doing.


People fell in love on lock-in night. They stumbled upon new passions that would shape the rest of their lives, discovered friendships they could not imagine living without, before or after. Traumas were resolved on lock-in night, anxieties disappeared, never to return, not even after the buses arrived in the morning to take the students back home.


This was well known to the few students who had been lucky enough to have attended before, or who had siblings who had attended in years prior. At Central International School, the student body ebbed and flowed, changing drastically from year to year, and often even more frequently. It was common to have different classmates every semester, and sometimes students would find the person who sat next to them in class—the alluring redhead who scribbled song lyrics on the margins of their textbooks, who one time turned and asked to borrow a pen they never returned, though they had offered a smile that carried with it joy beyond a simple gesture; the redhead who might have one day soon become more than just a classmate—was simply gone from one day to the next.


Even by international school standards, the turnover rate of both students and faculty had always been high, though it had a great academic reputation, and the city in which it sat was a diverse and world-class cosmopolis. Yet people never seemed to stick around for long, as if families were carried in by the seaside breeze, and carried away by the same. Most students had multiple passports, and their parents were multinational, or transient because they were diplomats, or titans of industry, or missionaries, or digital nomads, or teachers within the international school world. They had roots in many places, thought of no one place as home—or rather, thought of everywhere they’d been as home.


So it was rare for a student to be around for several lock-in nights. Even the locals, who made up a mere fifteen percent of the school’s population, often temporarily relocated during their high school years—a boarding school exchange in Switzerland, a South American road trip in a van with their family, a missionary excursion in Central America.


Despite all this, the lore surrounding lock-in night was always momentous, starting as an excited murmur the first day of school and building to a frenzy by the night before the event itself a month or so before the end of the year. Students wondered how, exactly, their life would be improved by the evening. There was no question it would—they could feel it on their skin, their heartbeats thudded with the knowledge that things were about to change, they had absorbed the gossip, not just a rumor or two, but dozens and dozens of first-hand accounts or verifiable secondhand stories, so many of them that it did not feel like hearsay but like fact—it was the how that was exciting. Would the redheaded classmate return to slip a hand into theirs during the movie marathon on the roof garden? Would their fear of heights be cured by the trapeze the school had set up on the football field? Or would it simply be a night of such fun that the joy would sink into their bones and change them into happier people?


Lock-in night, simply put, was magic. Even all those who had never experienced it knew it to be true.


Which, of course, was why Marisa planned her protest for that well-loved night. To make people pay attention, disrupt what brings them joy.


The mad desire to act had existed long before her plan did. Marisa loved the water as a baby. Her parents told the stories to anyone who would listen. She always feigned embarrassment at their anecdotes about her hour-long baths and surprising performance in toddler swimming classes, her dark, curly hair unfurling in the water behind her like a mermaid, her brown eyes huge within the goggles she always carried around. But the truth was that she loved the stories. They confirmed this was not a passing fad, not a childhood obsession that would lose its significance over time, not a baby blanket carried around charmingly until age ten, when


it was shoved into a box and donated.


When she discovered snorkeling and, later, diving, that love blew wide open. This? This had been possible this whole time?


Though Marisa was only seventeen, her parents’ constant relocations for work meant she’d seen a hefty percentage of the world’s waters. She’d snorkeled in Mexico, Fiji, the Philippines, the Great Barrier Reef, Belize. And the more she did it, the more her heart broke. Human beings had found a way to kill water.


The places famed for their snorkeling were heart-­ wrenching. The destroyed beige reefs littered the oceans like ornate gravestones. They should have been resplendent with color. Books and scientists told her as much, and other divers did, too. Of course, though, they weren’t. Not anymore. The world had ruined that particular beauty before Marisa had ever had a chance to see it, killing the corals with spilled chemicals, suffocating the oceans with heat. Every time she surfaced, she would dive into the internet, trying to find a way to help. Changing her sunscreen to the reef-safe kind, cleaning up plastic on the beach, asking her parents to donate yet again; nothing felt big enough.


Then came the three-day weekend at the start of the school year that changed it all. She had convinced her parents to take the family to the beach, and the Cuevases, who knew their frequent moves could be hard on the children, relented de-spite the fact that neither of them felt settled in at work yet, and they would have really liked to stay in the city and run errands.


Marisa had heard amazing things about the snorkeling in the region surrounding the beach. She was always skeptical when she heard anything like that; she’d been disappointed enough. She was fine just swimming among whatever fish remained in the area and pretending this was what it had al-ways been like, this was the wondrous alien world other divers described. After their most recent move, she’d done her usual research and found on the most trustworthy sources that an untouched blip still existed, not too far from her new school.


She convinced her parents, who knew it was better to indulge Marisa than fight her, to take a boat to an island, then another, smaller boat to another, smaller island. Arriving at the clear, turquoise waters, which were peppered with butterflies from who knows where fluttering across the surface, whole waves of them outnumbering the tourists she had seen even on the mainland, Marisa allowed herself to hope. Well before her family was ready, Marisa was in her flippers and mask, and she sat on the edge of the boat and let herself fall backward into the warm waters. At first, her heart had soared: greens! Purples! Oranges! Bright colors in the reefs, finally. The schools of fish were more like armies, numbered not in dozens but in hundreds, maybe even thousands, various species all swimming in their separate schools, like great big flags unfurling mightily in the water.


Marisa followed them, kicking delightedly, her heart flooding with joy. Then she turned a corner around some rocks and her breath caught, as if someone had reached inside her chest and closed a massive fist around her lungs. Even here, she found murk and drudgery, the reef not on display so much as its dying was.


She emerged from the water and took off her mask, tears mixing with the waves. People and the trash with which they suffocated the world. She looked around, shading her eyes from the shimmering sunlight with her free hand. Maybe it was time to accept the world as it was.


As she turned to swim back to shore, she caught sight of something on the far end of the island. A construction site. Large, acres and acres of it, from what Marisa could tell, and a handful of bulldozers. She swam closer and saw the sign announcing the coming resort. Nearby, a trickle of brown-gray water weaved its way from below the makeshift wall around the site and dribbled onto the sand.


Yes, it was a travesty, an outrage that the world had been ruined before her arrival. But that trickle hadn’t reached all the way to the shore, not yet.


As soon as she and her family made it back to their eco-hotel that day, Marisa decided she had to stop that waste from reaching the ocean. Whatever she could do for the reefs, she was going to do it. If it was just shutting down that one construction site, or if it was something much bigger, she had to try. What else was there but to try?


Months of stewing later, of planning, of seeing the ruined remains of the ocean floors every time she closed her eyes, of thinking of a way to make everyone else see what she saw. It all led up to this moment, when Marisa hoisted a chain from the duffel bag she’d hidden on campus a few days ago. She weaved it through the handles on the double doors that led into the main school building, then she wrapped it three times around her own body, uncomfortably tight, so bolt cutters could not break through the metal without snagging on her skin. When she was satisfied, she grabbed three giant padlocks from the bag and locked herself in, meaning to stay.


She set the keys in the middle of her palm, rubbing them each in a pad of butter procured earlier from the cafeteria, and which had warmed nicely in her pocket throughout the afternoon. Then Marisa, rehearsing her speech in her mind one last time, looked up. She expected to see a sizable crowd already gathering. What she saw instead was a lanky blond sophomore leaving the bathroom across the open expanse of the building’s foyer. The boy was checking to see if he’d re-membered to zip up. He had not.


When his eyes met Marisa’s, he could tell she had seen him checking, and he stepped quickly away from her line of sight, failing to notice the heavy metal chain wrapped around her torso.

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Yours in Rebellion, The Reading Rebel


This Rebel Reviews: Interference by Kay Honeyman


Interfence by Kay Honeyman

Genre: Young Adult Contemporary 


Published on September 27th, 2016


I will not get involved…I will not get involved…I will not get involved…

As a congressman’s daughter in Washington, DC, Kate Hamilton always pushes to make things right. But when a scandal sends her family to Red Dirt, Texas, she decides to step back for a while. She’ll take pictures for her portfolio. She’ll volunteer at her aunt’s animal shelter. And most of all, she’ll stay out of politics (including her father’s latest election) and away from guys (especially after her ex’s betrayal).


If Kate’s political skills can be useful in Red Dirt, should she really let them go to waste? After all, her friend Ana Gomez and quarterback Kyle Stone would be a perfect match. Her dad’s campaign could benefit from a teenage perspective. The irritatingly handsome Hunter Price should learn he doesn’t know everything…When Kate’s plans backfire, she must find the soul beneath her DC spin, and risk her heart—the biggest involvement of all.

My Review

I am a huge Jane Austen fan and when I heard this pitched as Emma meets Friday Night Lights I knew I had to read it. It didn’t disappoint. I loved Kate even if she always thought she was right she had good intentions and was so kind, caring, and strong. She is moved back to her father’s home town with her parents after causing a scandal that hurt his political career. At least that was their story for moving Kate there. Turns out it has just as much to do with her as her father wanting to run for Red Dirt congressional seat. I adored the romance between Kate and Hunter. They were so cute together and I loved their banter. Hunter is a swoon-worthy hero and the perfect Mr.Knightly. I loved that this book had a main character who is a photographer because I love photography. I also really liked how the book showed both the good and bad side of politics. I really love books in small towns because I am from one and it always brings back all the memories and the author wrote small-town life perfectly. The writing and plot were great. I really needed a fun contemporary novel and this book delivered. I highly recommend this book for football fans, Emma fans, and people who just love a good small-town story.

Rating: 5 stars