“And the little screami…

“And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.”

— John Steinbeck, from The Grapes of Wrath

I woke up this morning with the live transmission of Henrique Caprile’s campaign closure in Caracas. Only the people who have lived in Venezuela for this past 13 years know what it’s been like, having your dignity thrown at your face if your opinions don’t match those of the government; being forced to wear shirts and caps with references towards Chavez (our president), or being fired from your job as a public worker; having the president of your nation say without any restraint in national TV how if you don’t work for the state’s TV channels or newspapers you can’t enter the National Assembly; or not been able to have any official records, because the state withholds it and does not allow that information to be of public knowledge. That, without mentioning the brutal fall of our economy when it comes to non-petroleum-related production, or how in my country more people die daily out violence than people die in large countries on war, or how we have daily electricity cuts, and our problems with the quality of water, and the fact that there is no justice served if it doesn’t have something to do with political interests. I truly believe I live in an up-side-down country, with more ignorance than space and more lack of culture than people. Still, I woke up this morning and put Globovisión and saw how tens of thousands of people were in the streets, accompanying HC in his campaign closure on the country’s capital, Caracas. There has never been so many people in another march, of any kind, of any other year, of any other city in my country. There has never been such huge mass concentration as big as this one period. So I put the quote in bold, because people gets tired of being manhandled and today, as it has been in the last week, my people, my country, is proving that quote true. I have hope that a better path will start this next sunday for my country in our president elections, if Henrique Capriles wins. So let’s hope history proves itself true next October 7th! 


50 shades of Grey by E.L. James

I think you know something is wrong when you keep staring at the number of the page, reading wondering how far are you from finishing it?..

-Or when the line “later, babe” it’s a favorite quote, for that matter.

Like, really?


BTW!  I didn’t know it but you should be warned:

This is the all-humans and into-BDSM twilight version.

With a lot of lip biting-don’t bite your lip, holy cow-holy shit-holy crap- holy fuck- holy hell, Jeez, and more annoying repetitions all the way.

But I have to admit, I have mixed feelings towards this book.

I did not like it but I did finish it, I did not like it but am in fact going to read 50 shades darker (later, much later) and I did not like it for several reasons.


Christian. He needs to change his doctor and get some real therapy.


Ana. She behaves like a 14 year old little spoiled clueless bitch.

Plotlessness. Not that I read heart-destroying-soul-shattering books regularly, but c’mon! The sex. I mean, I like books with sex scenes -good ones btw- but all these guys did was hump each other nonstop, there was no life outside of that.


The first Person. I did not like the way it was used.

The Stupid approach given to BDSM. (since even I know that it was a really silly bdsm) But the fact that he wants “punish” and slap her because he loves her and she’s all for it




The “humor”.  Oh them’ poor jokes, oh poor jokes.



I was all




What I did like: NOT ONE THING – but then again, I did indeed finish it! so that has to count for something (hopefully not my insanity).


I’m gonna go and say this was a guilty pleasure.


Because overall if I had been Ana, Mr Grey I would have kindly..



And yes I am reading the sequel but am only looking for the redemption of the author since this time I did read some reviews and seems like I should give it a chance -and see if after those slaps Ana finally acts her 22 years old and hopefully slaps Christian, just cause he deserves it. And because I want a extraordinarily good explanation about why he is so fucked up he can’t be touched in the chest-. No expectations though.

I know I’m just setting myself up for disappointment

But I already bought them assholes books.

Rock me by Cherrie Lynn

This is just my point of view for those of you who are going to read this book: it’s a nice story, about a hot tattooed and pierced guy with a sweet heart and a 23-year-virgin (who doesn’t act like an 18th century girl put in today’s world, so cheers to the author) who’s trying to cut the cord from her bitch of a mom and obnoxious family; and how they try to stay together amongst their objections (and Candace’s insecurities). It is not a bad book, it just wasn’t that hot for me. But still, it was nice.

I think my problem with this book wasn’t actually the book in itself, it had more to do with the fact that I read so many reviews praising it non-stop that I was expecting much, much more.
Brian, yes, hot loveable guy, those rough body-warm heart types. Candance, I didn’t have as many problems with her as I expected, at the end I guess she did the silly little cute thing to do if you love someone.
But when I finished reading it, I was left feeling like I didn’t really know them, and I didn’t even know at which point did they fall in love. It felt kinda’ empty for me about how the love between those two developed. Again, probably just me. But hell, this is my review.

Maybe it also had to do with the fact that I had just finished reading a Kristen Ashley book, so her long complicated hooot rough blunt novel -in this case, At Peace- may have been the thing that made me see it as lacking.

But in any case, I repeat: not bad, just not that much for me.

Broken by Megan Hart

This is the first review I have made, but I feel I have to.
See, this is not my typical kind of reading. I don’t even know why I started it, and quite frankly a couple of times while I read I found me mad at myself for even beginning -and, not being able to stop. Because, you can not put down the book no matter how many internal battles you are fighting against the characters, the author or yourself.
This is the kind of book that tests your principles by making you fight with yourself so you won’t look for spoilers reviews or simply reading the last pages.
The kind of books that brings you every kind of tear and awakens so many emotions you feel as exhausted as Sadie.

I’ll give you a little this is what it is about:
Sadie had a happy, rocky marriage with Adam. Then, four years ago, he had an accident from which he left being quadriplegic. She still loves him, he loves her too. But they’re broken. The emotional and physical distance they have towards each other makes her end up finding refuge in the stories Joe tells her.

See, if I read what I just wrote I wouldn’t read it since I hate love triangles. But I can not even began to explain how much more it is behind this story. It’s a real, layered, powerful, complicated story that wraps your mind and soul so much around it, it leaves you breathless. And, well, broken.

The author made such an incredible work at making this believable, honest, and yet somehow endearing despite the ugliness of it all that I have to hand it to her. Although I don’t think I’ll be reading any other of her books, unless I feel like finding a reason to be miserable.

About the characters
See, I didn’t find my self fond of Adam. I understood him, I knew why he acted the way he did, but I didn’t like him all that much. Only a few times was I able to relate to the love Sadie had for him -not that I didn’t feel it throughout the book, though.
Joe, on the other hand, I loved. Even if I hated him once for a sanctuary-rape he did (you’ll understand if you read the book), even if I didn’t understand why I liked him so much since you’re not really given a  this is Joe. But, fortunately, he proved I have good instincts.
Sadie on the other hand was me. I don’t know how Megan did it, but she made me be Sadie even when I wouldn’t have acted as she did, or if I didn’t agree with her in some stuffs; I ended up being a character in the book too. And I hated it, as much as I loved it.
I hated it because it’s a sad story, really, for me it is. But you get to go through such a complex journey, that you end up getting caught up in it and in the end, consider it beautiful.

I often make pros and cons for the books I read, but I couldn’t do it with this one. For me, it would have been a 1 star, I HATE THIS BOOK, and all sorts of negativity towards the book and the author have I not read the very last page. Not that it was a bad book, but I needed that ending so I didn’t find myself soul-truly-BROKEN, which I never appreciate. You do have to know, it is not an erotic reading, the sexual scenes are perfectly well adequate and are done with taste(not that I didn’t find them really sensual). It is not a romance novel either, not a sweet story and not a happy one. It’s pure drama, I believe. Although if you manage to get through it, you’ll find hope.

It feels so much as a real story that I would just say book instead of novel. I bitter-loved this book!

There’s a song I’ve loved since like forever, and when I was reading this book I couldn’t keep it out of my head. In fact, the lyrics are so adequate for the book -from page one ’till the very last- that I couldn’t believe it. Here’s the best way to know how this book feels, and what it is about:
Lifehouse, Broken.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out

Chorus: I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead
And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose, they’re still looking for life


So I’m holdin’ on, (I’m still holdin’)
I’m holdin’ on, (I’m still holdin’) x2
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

I’m hanging on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I’m hanging on to the words you say
You said that I would, would be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven’t forgotten my way home

So I’m holdin’ on, (I’m still holdin)x3
I’m barely holdin’ on to you
I’m holdin’ on (I’m still holdin’) x3
I’m barely holdin’ on to you

Sempre by J.M. Darhower

Sempre is the story of Carmine, a tempered boy with a scarred and beaten heart due to the life he has had to endure because of his dad’s association with the Italian maffia and their involvement in his mom’s death. He doesn’t get along in school, doesn’t get along with his dad and does not want to have anything to do with love.
And the story of Haven, a 17 year old slave. Yes, a slave. She is not an ignorant, but is fairly naive for her age because of the secluded life she has held. She endures, she does not live; she takes her punches, can never fight back; and her worst fear is hope.
They will find each other and will complement the other in such basic and complete ways it will make you believe in everything marvellous. They will come against so many obstacles it’ll bring tears to your eyes. They will form a bond so pure and strong you’ll feel it to your very soul.
Thanks to Haven, Carmine will find the desire to live he had lost, and she will get the courage to live her life thanks to him. He will find love and she will hope, and it won’t feel wrong anymore, it’ll feel perfectly right. And you’ll get so involved in their story you won’t realize you finished the book until you notice it doesn’t really have an ending, but a new beginning.

I loved how it made me question my feelings and my preconceived thoughts and opinions towards different matters. It made me even start making new questions and learning lessons never to forget. It’s one of those books where you can find several memorable quotes and sayings, and oh, so precious Italian phrases!

Breathtakingly beautiful heart twisting story. Totally worth every page, every penny, every tear and every hour that passed with me completely immerse in it. My 4 stars are due to one death that broke my heart, and the fact that I needed an ending, so if it gets a second part I’ll read it and then up this review the final star it deserves.


Hi, there!

Hello, my name is Elianne Ferrer. I’m 18 years old and I’m from Maracay, Venezuela. In advance I apologize if I make any grammar or other writing mistakes, since my maternal language is no English I bound to make some at some point. That being said, I chose to write my blog in English because it is the universal language, and therefore I can communicate with more people than just by speaking in Spanish  though if you  want to talk to me in that language I’m all up for it.

I study Social Communication in my country which is the equivalent of Journalism in others. Though I do like doing researches, interviews and all kind of works that are done in mass media, my focus is definitely not only on that aspect of my career. To be honest, what I like to do most is getting t know people, their culture, their way of thinking. I tend to be a positivist, a critical and an active person, although I do enjoy just lazing around. I’m also interested in tourism and books, specially novellas. I’m not religious though I believe in god, so you’ll often find me criticizing it. I believe politics is one of the nastiest careers in the world, and you’ll also be seeing  posts that comment my opinions towards certain political matters or figures. So you’ll find mostly this types of subjects in my blog.

I hope you enjoy it, thanks if you’re taking the time to read this blog and do not hesitate to contact me. xo! EF