#InShadowSelfie — Story Showcase.


Welcome to day two of our #InShadowSelfie Story Showcase.

Me: Speaking of #InShadowSelfie’s, Dear Reader, have you posted your selfie yet?

Dear Reader: Not yet. But I’ll get right on it. Remind me how this works?

Me: I’d be happy to. Just click here… HERE!

And now, it gives me absolute pleasure to introduce you guys to  our next two amazing writer’s.

By Mark Benson (Twitter):untitled000


By Ria Price (Twitter):



#InShadowSelfie — Story Showcase.




Hey guys, and happiest of Halloweens, if you’re into that. f not, happy Monday.

Today it gives me the greatest pleasure to introduce to you the first two writers in our #InShadowSelfie Story Showcase.

Dear Reader: But Louise, what is an #InShadowSelfie Story Showcase?

Louise: Well, Dear Reader, it’s a series of stories, that a bunch of wonderful writers composed, especially for our #InShadowSelfie week. These writers volunteered their time, and their talents, so that they might tempt you into joining our campaign to raise some mental health awareness through the medium of selfieing.

And now… without further blah blah blah from me…


by Suzanne Van Rooyen (Twitter):




by R.Scott.Whitley (Twitter):



How to get involved with #InShadowSelfie.

Would you like to help me spread some mental health awareness this week?


The #InShadowSelfie is back for one week. And here’s how you can help me give invisible illness some visibility…





An important conversation…

Recently, a very good friend of mine shared some of her feelings on the latest Trump BS. I asked if she’d mind me sharing her feelings with you guys. So, today, on the blog, my friend shares why it’s not okay to dismiss assaulting women as “locker room” banter…


Sexual assault, or the talk thereof, seems to be the topic of the hour lately. We all know why; I’m not going to recap the latest news on that front. But I’ve been hearing a lot of rhetoric about locker room banter and boys being boys. Like somehow talk doesn’t lead to action. Every woman at some point or another has experienced it. And today, I’m sharing a small glance into a ten-year window of my own life, during my vulnerable years as a budding young woman.

When I’m 12, a boy on the bus tells me I’m flat-chested, and spends the ride to school expounding on that fact. It’s not the first time a boy has commented on my body, but it’s the first time the comments have made me feel violated. Because, I guess, by twelve, I should have the bust of a playboy bunny, and the fact that I don’t is an offense to him.

When I’m 14, I go to the high school cafeteria for lunch with my friends. Our table is one chair short, so I pull an empty one from a nearby table. A few minutes later, a boy who wants to sit with his friends at that other table decides I’ve stolen his chair, and spends the next several minutes verbally accosting me with the insults that I am fat and ugly. A fat pig. Too fat for his chair. I weigh 135lbs. I don’t go to lunch again after that.

When I’m 15, I’m walking two blocks from my house to a friend’s. I’m wearing long pants and a long-sleeved blouse. A middle-aged man in a pick-up pulls up next to me and asks, “How much?” I’m confused at first, and respond, “Pardon?” He clarifies. It would seem that a fully clothed teenage girl walking down a suburban street in the middle of the afternoon must, of course, be hooking.

When I’m 16, I go with a friend to the house party of a guy she’s seeing. A few of us go into the hot tub. One guy grabs my ankle, yanks me into his lap, and tries to penetrate me. I do get away, though I’m bruised and sore for days—but my virginity is intact, so I don’t say anything. After all, it was my fault for going in the hot tub, right? Or maybe I’m to blame for even going to the party at all.

When I’m 17, my boyfriend’s best friend tells everyone who will listen that we slept together. We never did, and I never would. But no one except my boyfriend believes me.

When I’m 18, I’m working graveyard at a diner to make ends meet. There’s a regular who comes in drunk and gives all the female servers the creeps. He won’t stop touching me, my hand, my arm, my waist, my back. I tell him, “Don’t touch me.” His response is both confused and angry. How dare I say that when he was just being friendly?

When I’m 20, I’m a shift manager at a pizza joint. The store manager has a fondness for pretty young girls. I don’t think much of it until he smacks my ass in front of a store full of people. I call him on it. He acknowledges what he’s done, but doesn’t understand why it was a problem for me. I almost don’t say anything else. Until I find out he’s been doing much worse to the other female shift runner. She has a baby on the way and can’t afford to lose her job. So she kept quiet. I go to the area supervisor to protect her.

When I’m 22, I’m working as a marketing assistant in a very small office. Some days it’s just my boss and me in the office. One day, I forget to lock the bathroom door. I’m just zipping up when my boss barges in. “Oh, I didn’t know you were in here,” he says, and I believe him. But a week later, he tries again. And fails, because I locked the door obsessively after that first time. Years later, I’m still friends with the girl I trained as my replacement there. He tried the same thing with her after I left.

These men weren’t born in test tubes and raised in solitary confinement. Every single one of these men were someone’s son, someone’s husband, someone’s father, and for the most part functioning members of society. They all have families, careers, circles of friends. And morally grotesque conversation absolutely can (and does) manifest physically.

And I am not unique.

Sometimes we speak up; sometimes we don’t. That doesn’t make us the ones in the wrong. It’s NEVER a woman’s fault. It’s never a man’s privilege to touch a woman, or make her feel unsafe.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying all men are like this. My husband certainly isn’t. He would never dream of saying, or even thinking the types of things that are making headlines these days, and I know plenty of other men just like him. But to excuse the reprehensible conversation that is trying to be passed off as “locker room banter” is only perpetuating rape culture. And that’s an inexcusable way to raise our next generation.


Maximum Pop! Books, and their brand new awards programme!


Maximum Pop! Books have begun their own awards, and I am thrilled to announce that Under Rose-Tainted Skies has been nominated in two categories.

The winners are chosen by readers, which means ROSE NEEDS YOU! If you’d like to cast your vote, the easy breezy form to do so can be found >>>> here!

Of course, it’s an absolute honour just to be nominated — I always thought that was something people just said, but it’s not. It’s real. I feel it. And. It. Is. Amazing. 

There is an outstanding amount of talent in all categories, and I honestly can’t explain how fabulous it feels to be mentioned among them.

A huge thank you in advance to anyone who votes for Rose. I am beyond grateful for your support!

Lots of love,

Lou xo

My Top Picks of 2016 (So Far)

Bookends and Endings

Recently, two of my favourite booktubers, The Mile Long Bookshelf and LucyTheReader, made videos on their favourite books so far in 2016 (here and here, if you’re interested!). I thought that this was quite a fun idea, but seeing as I don’t have a YouTube channel, I decided to do it as a blog post instead.

I wasn’t sure whether to do my favourite five books that I’ve read in 2016 that weren’t released this year, or if I should only choose books that have been released in 2016, so I’ve decided to do both and make two lists.

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Review: Under Rose Tainted Skies

Beth's Book Talk


Author: Louise Gornall

Rating: 5.0/5

Synopsis: Norah has agoraphobia, and lives her life from the confines of her house. She hasn’t been to school or even talked to another teen in four years, that is, until Luke. When Luke moves in next door and decides he wants to be her friend, will Norah take a risk and let him in?

Under Rose Tainted Skies is everything I wanted it to be. It is possibly the best book I have ever read discussing mental health. It was sad and sometimes hard to read but also beautiful and hopeful, and honestly I wouldn’t change a thing.

Gornall has a way with words and a lot of what she said, particularly about anxiety, really resonated with me. I have suffered with anxiety and depression for years and so a lot of Norah’s experiences were familiar, sometimes uncomfortably so. I have also read my fair…

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Review: ‘Under Rose-Tainted Skies’ by Louise Gornall

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I’m Norah, and my life happens within the walls of my house, where I live with my mom and this evil overlord called agoraphobia.

Everything’s under control. It’s not rosy — I’m not going to win any prizes for Most Exciting Life or anything, but at least I’m safe from the outside world, right?

Wrong. This new boy, Luke, just moved in next door, and suddenly staying safe isn’t enough. If I don’t take risks, how will I ever get out — or let anyone in?

This book, you guys. It’s the sort of Own Voices diverse book that I often hear about but don’t often seem to read, probably because of my obsession with urban fantasy novels. It is unflinching and in-your-face, told in the first person present tense — the style that gets the reader closest to the thoughts and actions of the protagonist.

Our protagonist is Norah. She…

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We’re going on a blog tour!

Hey guys!

I hope you had a fabulous weekend. Remember that book I wrote?



I’d just like to thank all the amazing bloggers who invited me on to their blogs to talk about all the things! Your support for Rose has been amazing and I’m so thankful!

Here is the #everybodyURTS tour schedule:

I hope you guys will pop along and visit these awesome sites during Roses debut month and beyond.

Chat soon,


To Florida,

I just heard about the mass shooting. 

Sending massive hugs to some of my very bestest. My heart breaks for the family and friends of the victims, and the entire LGBTQA
community 😦

I’m so sorry this happened. I can’t even being to imagine how you must be feeling. 

Please, take care of yourselves ❤