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Book Crate Unboxing – Cozy Reader Club (December 2016)

Here I go again: I FUCKING LOVE THIS CRATE, HONESTLY. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A CRATE TO BE SO GOOD????

Cozy Reader Club is a monthly book box delivered to your door filled with a perfect assortment of “me time.”

I was gonna try and be funny and cool, but it’s late and The Sweetest Thing is on, and I have a manuscript to read, so I have zero time and, besides, y’all already know how much I love this crate because I’m a crazy person, so here’s what we got this month from Cozy Reader Club:

Also known as…….. hot chocolate lol.

The label is beautiful, though.

JUNO IS ON.

Ate them. They were amazing. This is the first goody I’ve gotten from Cozy Reader Club that I’ve actually liked. Also, I left them out all night long in an opened pouch and they stayed moist. Necessary detail, in my opinion.

 

Alas, I’ve learned something as I thought it was a picnic blanket for a small person. But I just tried it on, and it’s actually so cute!! This is also the first clothing item they’ve included that I will wear/rock.

Also, this is the second product they’ve included from Jacki Bean, so I’m assuming the last one–a headband–was well-received. Yay for Jacki Bean!

Smells amazing. Much fragrance.

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I really love this cover. And I especially love it for their December crate. So aesthetic.

And if you didn’t already know, they mostly include women’s fiction titles in their crates.

Uh oh, this title only has three stares on B&N. Uh oh, Cozy Reader Club.

Description:

Following on the heels of his New York Times bestselling novel Telegraph Avenue, Pulitzer Prize-winning author Michael Chabon delivers another literary masterpiece: a novel of truth and lies, family legends, and existential adventure—and the forces that work to destroy us.

In 1989, fresh from the publication of his first novel, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, Michael Chabon traveled to his mother’s home in Oakland, California, to visit his terminally ill grandfather. Tongue loosened by powerful painkillers, memory stirred by the imminence of death, Chabon’s grandfather shared recollections and told stories the younger man had never heard before, uncovering bits and pieces of a history long buried and forgotten. That dreamlike week of revelations forms the basis for the novel Moonglow, the latest feat of legerdemain from Pulitzer Prize-winning author Michael Chabon.

Moonglow unfolds as the deathbed confession of a man the narrator refers to only as “my grandfather.” It is a tale of madness, of war and adventure, of sex and marriage and desire, of existential doubt and model rocketry, of the shining aspirations and demonic underpinnings of American technological accomplishment at midcentury, and, above all, of the destructive impact—and the creative power—of keeping secrets and telling lies. It is a portrait of the difficult but passionate love between the narrator’s grandfather and his grandmother, an enigmatic woman broken by her experience growing up in war-torn France. It is also a tour de force of speculative autobiography in which Chabon devises and reveals a secret history of his own imagination.

From the Jewish slums of prewar South Philadelphia to the invasion of Germany, from a Florida retirement village to the penal utopia of New York’s Wallkill prison, from the heyday of the space program to the twilight of the “American Century,” the novel revisits an entire era through a single life and collapses a lifetime into a single week. A lie that tells the truth, a work of fictional nonfiction, an autobiography wrapped in a novel disguised as a memoir,Moonglow is Chabon at his most moving and inventive.

 

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