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Top Ten Tuesday: Books I've Read So Far In 2013

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly features hosted by The Broke and the Bookish.

This one is going to be tough. Why? Because I've only read 24 books this year. Terrible, I know! But for like the first three months, I was in a reading funk. That means that really, I've read those 24 in the latter three months. My goal this year is 50. Anyway, I'm just going to list the absolute best books I've read so far this year. These are my top four and you should read them all!

 Delayed Penalty (Crossing the Line, #1) Hopeless (Hopeless, #1) Off Limits (Off Series, #2) Wide Awake

What are the best books you've read so far this year? Tell me about them so I can add them to my TBR!

Monday's Book Spotlight

Last week, I read a book that has become a favorite. I mentioned on the blog last week and talked about it on Facebook and Twitter a little. This book has earned the place to be this week's spotlight. I was so happy to read a book featuring a hockey player and this doesn't disappoint in the least. Go on over to Amazon and order a copy!

Delayed Penalty (Crossing the Line, #1)

A minor penalty that is not called until the offending team gains control of the puck. As long as the non-offending team maintains possession, the referee allows play to continue and signals a delayed penalty by raising his arm.

I’m Evan Mason, an NHL hockey player for the Chicago Blackhawks. I spend my nights roughing up two hundred pound defensemen and, at times, spend more time in the penalty box than I do on the ice.

That’s my job. 

One night changed everything I thought I once knew about my life on, and off, the ice.

A girl. 

A brutally beaten girl left to die in an alley.
I don’t know why or how but something made me stay that night after taking her to the hospital. I didn’t know her, nor did I have an obligation to stay but something inside of me rooted me there telling me I should stay. Saving a life is worth something. At least I thought so. And I wouldn’t have been me if I just simply left her there. 

Any man who put his heart and soul into a game of hockey couldn’t just walk away when someone needed them. She had no one else right now. The same guy who saw determination where there was desire, now saw hope where there was once despair.

I couldn’t leave. That wouldn’t be me. No, not a man that put all he had into something some called just a game. I couldn’t walk away from her holding onto life, weak and powerless to something she had no control over.

So I stayed. In a room full of family members praying for their loved ones to pull through, I prayed for a girl I didn’t know and had never met before, to have a beating heart. While others’ sorrows turned to grieving pain, I sat waiting on the words of the unknown.

No bond is stronger than the ones you’ll bleed for.

My Thoughts as Seen on Goodreads:
I completely enjoyed this book! I was hooked from the beginning and couldn't put it down all day. (Well, until I had to leave the house and that was horrible because I didn't want to stop.) There wasn't anything I didn't like about the book and there's nothing I would change about it either. This is going on my I Need A Signed Paperback list. 

I love hockey players to start with and Stahl definitely enhanced that feeling even more. Honestly, it made me want to go out and find a hockey player (Evan preferably) right that second. I also ended up cussing more than usual today. I think the players got to me, haha! This is one of those books that makes you happy and sets the mood to where you'll have a good day because you read it.

I can not wait to read the next one and more by Stahl!


I wasn't going to have a third post this week, but then I got to thinking. Lately, I have been reading strictly ebooks. I haven't wanted to read a paperback at all. (Hopeless by Colleen Hoover is the exception and that was only after I read it in Kindle first.) Anyway, the urge to hold a book in my hands, smell that wonderful scent it has, and read a physical copy has been missing. I wondered if it would return because it has been that long since I've read that way. All I wanted to read was ebooks.

Until today.

I don't know what changed. Maybe it was the fact that I'm reading another book that I wish I was reading by paperback instead of Kindle. (I'm currently reading Delayed Penalty.) Maybe it was that I've finally grown tired of staring at a screen instead of paper. Maybe, and I'm pretty sure this is the true reason, but maybe it was because ebooks don't hold the same emotional attachment as paperbacks.

The experience is real with an ebook, don't get me wrong. However, for me, the experience of a gripping story is enhanced when you are holding a physical copy in your hands. If it's sad, I can pause, cradle the book to my chest and that oozes comfort in its own way. I can't exactly get the same feel from the electronic devices that I read ebooks on. (Plus, it looks and feels extra weird.)

There is something so magical about holding the weight of a book in your hands, running your fingers over those words that make you smile or cry, and having something physical to look at and be reminded of how that book made you feel. It's simply not the same with ebooks.

I'm in no way saying that I don't love ebooks. I really do. I have just realized the true power of paperbacks. Ebooks are great and convenient, but paperbacks are just as great, if not always convenient. I was where I didn't even want to buy a physical copy unless I read the ebook first and really loved it to where I had to have it. The point of all this is that sometimes, the ereader has to be set aside and you need to curl up in the couch with a book instead.

I'm at that point and I'm thrilled to have the want for a paperback again. Once I finish my current ebook, I'm picking up a paperback, getting comfortable, and settling in for a read.