Let’s Chat: Books I Reread All the Time (Part 1)

I feel like I’ve spoken about this before, but I’ve never been good at blogging when something negative is going on in my life. I don’t typically write posts in advance (which I’m really regretting now) so I always end up on an unplanned hiatus. I’m still typically active on twitter, but that hasn’t been the case since around this time around. All the sick days and the anxiety have also taken a toll on my reading – I don’t think I’ve read a new release from start to finish in months, which has surprised me. What has been a game-changer though, and the one thing making me feel like ‘Hey! Things aren’t so bad after all!’, is rereading.

Instead of forcing myself to keep on reading new releases, I decided to shift and reread my favorites instead. BEST. DECISION. EVER. I discovered how much I love rereading – there’s zero pressure to write a review; I already know what’s going to happen; and most importantly, I found that rereading grounded me. I couldn’t get enough of it.

I thought it would be fun to make a list of the books that I enjoy rereading multiple times and wow, I thought of A LOT! I thought of so many titles that ‘My Favorite Rereads’ will now become a blog series! So without further delay… Here are the first five books that I can’t get enough of, mini reviews included!

Review: The Right Player by Kandi Steiner

Title: The Right Player
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: September 24, 2020
Source: ARC from Valentine PR
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I have a three date rule — but it’s not what you think.

See, I’ve been told I’m the “good time girl,” not the one you take home to Mom. And while that label stung at first, I’ve since embraced it — living the wild and free life and sticking to a three date max. That’s just enough time to have some fun and snuff out the possibility of catching feelings. And it’s been working for me for years…

Until Makoa Kumaka.

Sadly, he also has a three date rule — and it’s the exact opposite of mine. From the second I meet him, all I can think about is stripping down that six-foot-five Herculean hunk of a man. But like the gentleman I wish he wasn’t, he’s making me wait.

The more time we spend together, the more I feel those pesky emotions creeping in. I’m even tempted to trust him, but blame it on my past or my instincts, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s hiding something…

I’ve been playing the game forever, and no man has ever won my heart — which meant they never had the power to break it.

But maybe I just hadn’t met the right player.

Maybe I’ll wish I never did.