Awww shit, it’s life update time.

I’VE GOT SOME BIG COOL NEATO NEWS! But first things first. If there’s one thing we can all agree on, it’s that you all must have thought I finally bit the big one. Sleeping with the fishes. Dead. Finito. Considering my last review was in August and I proceeded to ghost you immediately afterward, it’s 100% understandable. But jokes on you fellahs cause I’m alive and honestly, just chronically lazy.

Since August, I’ve spent a lot of my limited free time planning my wedding. And since I’m a vicious control freak and refuse to ask a single living soul for assistance, I haven’t had as much time as usual to write reviews. Wahhh. This brings me to the main reason behind this update.

Just over six months ago I wrote an article for Buzzfeed detailing the reasons why wedding planning is total bullshit. Fuck ya chair covers, Cynthia the wedding planner, they’re garbage and I hate them. One of my main examples of the bullshit-ery that is wedding planning was the cost of wedding flowers. Oh, I’m sorry, you want me to spend $2000 on goddamn plants just so when you’re wasted at my reception you can feel like your inside, what, a greenhouse? Why? I need to know why. I might as well use my money as kindling for a hobo barrel fire in the parking lot of my local Phillip’s Flower Shop. Sorry, Bridezillas: this girl has a gambling addiction she needs to fund. After spending an ungodly amount of time on Pinterest, the cute little lightbulb in my head went off. What if I made my own flowers out of recycled book pages? I obviously love books, and hot glue guns are dope. And that’s how this fun little endeavor of mine came to fruition.

After I made a hefty batch of flowers, I brought them to the attention of my fiance. I’m positive he thought I was lying when I said I made them, so that was a super neato feeling YA KNOW?! This completely inflated my ego and led me to several shops selling flowers of a similar sort to the public. My fiance, the Canadian capitalist, encouraged me to open a shop of my own. And that’s exactly what I did.

I’m thoroughly excited to announce the opening of my literary-themed floral marketplace, lovetextmagic. I’m offering a variety of different styles and pieces, from singular blossoms to kick-ass centerpieces. Any and every color is available, and I will be taking bulk orders for people like me, the brides and grooms who cannot and will not ever justify spending thousands of dollars on fucking flowers. Ch-ch-check it out! ‘Cause if you don’t, this is going to get suuuper awkward. And if you choose to support a local starving artist by making a purchase, use the promo code FEB18 to save 10% on any order over $25.

Feel free to email with any inquiries. You want flowers made out of the entire Game of Thrones series? I gotchu. Flowers made out of comic books? Hell yeah, let’s do it. You want every single color of the goddamn ROY G. BIV rainbow? I hear you, and I see you, and I love your beautiful little mind, you creative masterpiece of a human.

Don’t panic- I’m still going to be writing book reviews. I’ll be reviewing the Red Queen series sometime in the very near future, mainly because I’ve got some strong words for you people who COMPLETELY overhyped it for me and let ya girl down hard as hell. So rude. How dare you.

Stay tuned! And in the meantime, check out my shop mmkay! Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, might I suggest printing out some pictures and casually leaving them around the house in eyesight of your significant other? Subliminal messaging is real and you best use it to your advantage.

I love you all. Kissy kissy.




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The Changeling by Victor LaValle

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This beloved little gem of a book fell into my hands in the most delightful of ways. My mother went to NYC to visit my younger brother, and they scored some free tickets to The View (I’m already seething with jealousy at this point). While at the taping, fucking KWEEN Whoopi Goldberg went through the bestseller’s list and gave every member of the audience six of the top books of the year (jealousy has reached max capacity). Fast forward to my LOVING MOTHER wearing 4 jackets and 3 pairs of pants in LaGuardia Airport in order to get those suckers home in her carry-on, because my family is thrifty and we’ll be damned if we’re paying $60 to check our goddamn luggage, you ignorant fools. When she got home, she split the books between myself and my fellow book-loving sister, and it was like goddamn Christmas all over again. And that’s exactly how The Changeling fell into my lap, and changed my shitty little life for the better.

THIS BOOK. Ugh. How does one explain The Changeling, honestly. It’s like Grimms’ Fairy Tales mixed with the magic of Harry Potter, combined with the raw emotion of Jane Austen. I physically c-a-n-n-o-t explain how much I enjoyed this medley of fucking literature. Let me explain.

The story follows Apollo Kagwa, who was abandoned by his father at an extremely young age. All that Apollo had left of his father was a box of books marked “IMPROBABILIA”. Flash forward to the future, and Apollo is happily married to his wife, Emma, and they have a beautiful newborn son together. Life is fucking peachy. That is, until Emma loses her shit and commits an unspeakable act, and is never to be seen again… or so you think. The rest of the story follows Apollo’s odyssey through New York, through both physically real and imaginative lands, on a mission to find his wife. The quest takes a turn when Apollo runs into a man who claims to know the whereabouts of Emma, and shit fucking hits the ACTUAL FAN. And its goddamn glorious.

This book is better than your typical, run-of-the-mill classic fairy tale. Victor LaValle is skilled in the art of making you feels things you weren’t aware your cold, dead heart was capable of feeling any more. His writing style is emotionally devastating in all the best ways, and I truly cannot recommend this book more. I want to stand on top of a mountain and scream it to all the land. READ THE CHANGELING. Marry me, Victor LaValle. You beautiful little bastard.


Click here to buy The Changeling and shove your nose in it ASAP. Then come back here and tell me how much you enjoyed it, too.


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xo ♥ G

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The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas



Hello people! Between living in a literal construction zone while my fiance flips our house, and planning/entirely procrastinating our wedding, I haven’t been reviewing nearly as much as I would like to. I need two of me, but I’m not quite sure this world is ready for two Gretchens…. things would burn, people would die. Shut up and act like I never left.

The past few months as I’ve been casually scrolling through my bookstagram to avoid planning our wedding (told you, I’m not lying), The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas was the subject of 70% of the images I found. Instantly intrigued. Also, the cover is cute as fuck. So naturally, I purchased the book immediately and flew through it in about two days, because nerd. You guys… dis book. It’s one of the novels you begin reading and then proceed to immediately text all of the fellow book-addicts in your phone, making sure they buy it literally that second so they can share the adventure alongside you. That happened with this book, and trust me when I say there is no feeling more exciting for someone who loves stories as much as I do. The Hate U Give even has a 4.63 star rating on Goodreads. I’ve never seen a star rating that high, because Goodreads is filled with cynical assholes like myself, who no matter how much they enjoy a book will always believe it could have been better. Except for this 444-page wonder. Seriously.

The story follows Starr Carter, a sixteen-year old teenager who constantly switches between two worlds: the poor, “ghetto” neighborhood she lives in, and the fancy prep school her parents send her to.  Although she had successfully maintained this balance since a young age, everything is completely torn apart when she witnesses the shooting of her childhood best friend at the hands of a police officer. The story follows Starr as she is put on trial as the star witness and in turn, gives you an entirely different perspective on situations similar to the one she has found herself in. I demand that this book be required reading for people of all ages. It helps you to see the other side of any story, and is beyond eye-opening. I truly believe people can mentally grow just by reading this story. Everyone could use this little lesson in empathy.

Buy the book. Read the book. Talk to me about the book. Talk to everyone about the book. Tell your sisters, your brothers, you parents, your cousins, your everybodies. Talk about it. As Starr Carter would say, your voice is the only weapon that works. So use it.


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May Owlcrate

Hello, ’tis me! After a stupidly long hiatus, I’m back with a vengeance. Watch my video below, I reviewed my May Owlcrate for all my little nerds out there.


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xoxo ♥ G

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These Three Strong Literary Women Will Kick. Your. Ass.

It’s International Women’s Day, which is just the excuse I’ve been looking for to fangirl the fuck out of some of my favorite female literary characters. As a child, kids used to bully me because I wore dresses my mom used to buy from garage sales. They literally called me Garage-Sale Gretchen. Obviously I was ahead of the curve (I’m talking to you, thrifters). Now, don’t get me wrong. 26 year-old Gretchen is overly grateful for being put through that torment when I was younger. I firmly believe I am the badass woman I am today because I learned to value myself and say “fuck you” to anyone who thinks I’m anything less than amazing. But 8 year-old Gretchen… she had a rough time. I would sit in my room for hours everyday, consumed by book after book. It was these three fearless women that gave me strength to ignore the haters and boldly wave my middle finger straight up in their faces.



  1. Motherheckin’ Matilda.

Let me premise this by saying I actually thought I was Matilda when I was younger. The amount of hours spent staring at inanimate objects trying to move them with my mind is nothing short of embarrassing. I wanted goddamn telekinesis. I still want goddamn telekinesis and you’re lying if you say you don’t. But that’s besides the point. Matilda escaped from the bullies of her world, albeit her family, by keeping her nose stuck between the pages of books and exploring imaginary, far-off lands on the reg. Girl was on to something, I’m telling you.



2. Charlotte, Charlotte’s Web

Bet you didn’t see this one coming. Honey, you bet your ass I looked up to a spider growing up, and for good reason. Charlotte taught me the importance of encouraging your peers and being there for one another regardless of the circumstance. Wilbur wasn’t shit without that damn spider saving his curly-tailed ass from arriving on the farmer’s plate as a steaming pile of bacon. Women: saving men even in arachnid form. God damn.



3. Luna Lovegood

While I love me some Hermione Granger, Lovegood is what’s up. Luna’s relentless optimism is inspiring beyond words. She watched her mother die when she was nine years old and remembers the entire thing. That alone should be enough to create the world’s largest cynic, yet she remained fearless and hopeful throughout the entirety of the Harry Potter series. People mocked her for her outfits and her spunky sense of style (HELLO, GARAGE-SALE GRETCHEN). She didn’t give a fuck if people stared and laughed at her because she was too busy doing her own thing. In the face of adversity one of the hardest things to do is remain true to yourself, and she did it without a second thought. She was one of the driving forces behind Dumbledore’s Army and if she didn’t stand her ground in the face of fear, Voldemort may have never been defeated. Side note, Luna is a huge contender for my future child’s name because I want a Luna Lovegood of my own to snuggle and high-five forever.


And there you have it, folks. My list of women who kept me sane while everyone else was being gigantic dickheads. In your faces, because I’m goddamn spectacular. Never forget it.

A very happy International Women’s Day to men and women alike. Go hug your mothers. “Here’s to strong women. May we know them, may we be them, may we raise them.”


Subscribe, lover babydolls. xo ♥ G


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