Blog Tour: All the Feels by Danika Stone (Review + Favorite Quotes+ Giveaway)

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College freshman Liv is more than just a fangirl: The Starveil movies are her life… So, when her favorite character, Captain Matt Spartan, is killed off at the end of the last movie, Liv Just. Can’t. Deal.

Tired of sitting in her room sobbing, Liv decides to launch an online campaign to bring her beloved hero back to life. With the help of her best friend, Xander, actor and steampunk cosplayer extraordinaire, she creates #SpartanSurvived, a campaign to ignite the fandom. But as her online life succeeds beyond her wildest dreams, Liv is forced to balance that with the pressures of school, her mother’s disapproval, and her (mostly nonexistent and entirely traumatic) romantic life. A trip to DragonCon with Xander might be exactly what she needs to figure out what she really wants.

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★★★★★(5 stars)

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Liv has been a fan of Starveil ever since she was in grade school. So when her favorite character, Capt. Spartan died, Liv just can’t contain it. So instead of moping around, Liv decided to create an online rebellion which she never expected to change her life forever.

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  • The chapter titles are so unique. Each chapter title is a quote from a certain movie which relates itself to the chapter making the novel more colorful and cute.

  • The characters and their circumstances are so relatable. From Liv’s fangirling to that scene in the elevator where they went up to go down, everything is something someone can relate to.
  • Xander is just so perfect! I have been posting in my goodreads account about how I want to be Xander’s best friend. Well, it’s because he is just so perfect. The way he is around Liv, the way he talks and even his jokes are perfect. He is one of my favorite male character now! (laughs)
  • Every fangirl should read this! Yes! Every fangirl should know that this book existed. It’s story does not only revolve on fangirling alone but also, the consequences and the social life of a fangirl. A must read indeed!
  • It has a positive view about sexual preferences. One of the characters in the book is bisexual and I think it that makes the novel more diverse and unique.
  • Mix media. It is very refreshing to read a novel that has other elements other than words on paper. I love how the author included the conversations Liv and Xander had through text and even the occasional photo manipulations of the fandom. It even have a fan fic at the last pages of the book!

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Spoiler alert!

  • I think the romance between the characters is quite predictable. Xander and Arden has been a couple for sometime, yet they did not have that much time together in the book making it obvious that Xander is to end up with Liv.


All in all, this book has been one great read. The type that will make you laugh out loud and fall in love. I recommend it to all fangirls and fanboys alive. I hope everyone who’ll check this out will love it as much as I did.

Till my next review guys. (smiles)


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Chapter 1: “My Precious!” (Lord of the Rings)

The star freighter’s hangar lay destroyed in the aftermath of the massacre. Overhead fluorescents flickered on and off, yellow safety lights humming in darkened corners. Blood marred the corrugated panels of the launch floor and finger prints marked the last moments of the flight crew. The dead were piled in heaps… but the room was far from empty.

The hangar echoed with macabre slurping. Alien creatures hunched spider-like as they fed on the bodies of the dead and dying. Across the deck, interstellar transports were tumbled like children’s toys, some untouched, others burning. Electricity buzzed and snapped from exposed wires. Only one escape pod remained intact. Its door hung agape, a forgotten oxygen pack and the remains of what could have been a young man, alongside it.

“Dragnat all anyway,” a voice grumbled.

From the far corner of the room, a rugged man with sweat-slicked blond hair limped into a view, a little girl wearing an oversized freighter captain’s jacket a step behind him. Both carried blasters – the jumped-up weapon of the Rebellion – though the child’s dragged along the floor, too heavy for her thin arms. The man’s broad shoulders were hunched in anger, his expression determined despite the bloody slice across one cheekbone and the bullet wound spreading blood below his right knee. He glanced both ways.

Faint beeping filled the air, the time remaining flashing on panels around the room.

1:32… 1:31… 1:30… 1:29…

The child stared up at him with wide eyes. “Spartan?”

He gazed longingly at the escape pod. Perhaps forty feet separated the craft from the mismatched pair, but there were at least twice that many feeders blocking their path. “The bugs are still at it. Gonna be a hell of a fight to get through.” The aliens were engrossed in their gorging, but any movement would spark another attack. He knew this from experience.

A small hand tugged at his jacket. “Can we go back and hide?”

He crouched beside the girl, brushing a tangled curl behind her ear. Pain tightened his features, but he forced it away with a confident smile. “Countdown’s already on. We’ve gotta go, darlin’.”

The girl nodded. “Is there another way out?” she asked, her eyes drifting to the grisly tableau beyond his shoulder.

“Not this time.”

The little girl lifted her blaster. The oversized weapon wobbled in her hands. “You run,” she said, nodding to the teeming deck. “I’ll cover you.”

The man let out a choking laugh, and stood. He ruffled her hair. “Next time. Alright?” He reached out for her gun. “I’ll take both blasters. You run to the pod.”

The girl let him take her weapon, but didn’t move. “But if you-“

Spartan cleared his throat. “Get in the pod and blast out of here the second the door’s latched. I’ll follow you in the next pod.” He winked. “Easy as pie.”

The child twisted around, searching for the second escape shuttle she couldn’t see. Spartan touched her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “When you’re free of the ship, punch in the codes for Terra and-“

An ear-shattering alarm blared through every speaker in the freighter, and the child threw her arms around Spartan’s legs. “Warning,” a woman’s electronic voice announced. “Self-destruct protocol in thirty seconds. All personnel in escape pods launch immediately. Twenty-nine… Twenty-eight… Twenty-seven…”

The alarm unsettled the aliens from their meal. The bugs rose on spindly legs, exoskeletons clattering as they scuttled nervously away from the corpses. The clicking of mandibles reached the man and child, still poised in the doorway. It was a warning, the last one they’d get.

“You ready, darlin’?” Spartan asked. His attention was on the bugs, moving in. A blaster would slow them – not stop them – and he knew it.

Fifteen… Fourteen… Thirteen…

The nearest bug crouched, its compound legs compressing as it prepared to leap.

“G’bye Spartan,” the girl whispered. “I’ll wait for-“

The lights abruptly switched to red, flashing alongside a deafening beacon. Ten… Another flash. Nine… Flash.

The bug hissed.

“RUN!” Spartan bellowed.

The girl sprinted across the metal deck, her shoes sliding on patches of blood. The roar of weaponry echoed off panels and girders. The nearest bug flew backward, shot mid-jump. The girl dashed past. Drawn by the sounds of attack, the other aliens charged. Light flared from the barrels of both blasters. The closest bugs fell, their crustacean exo-skins torn open, but for every one that stopped moving, it was replaced by two more. The feeders clambered over the dead and the bodies of one another, focused entirely on the single remaining human who dared attack them.

Seven… Six…

Alone and unseen, the child climbed into the pod, slamming her small fist against the door release, and buckling herself into the chair. The only time she looked up was when the sound of the blasters stopped.

Five… Four…

Tears on her cheeks, she hit the release button, and was launched backwards from the grip of the dying ship.

Three… Two…

For a moment everything hung, unchanged, against the black sheet of night. The ship rippled. With a shudder, fire spewed across the hull in chain-reaction. In a flash, a recoil implosion drew the ship’s metal sheathing inward like crumpled tissue. After that, there was only silence.

A solitary escape pod, containing the last remaining member of the once-proud Star Freighter Elysium, crossed the darkness of space, en route to Terra.

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The aisle lighting came on with a faint buzz and the spray of stars onscreen faded from reality into two-dimensions. A young woman in the front row watched, heart in throat, as the credits rolled. Music swelled in a trumpet-blare as the Starveil theme surged. Tears filled her eyes. The first and largest name hovered onscreen for an interminable moment: Tom Grander in his final role as Matt Spartan.

“No!” she cried.

The movie theater was oddly quiet. A few people stumbled drunkenly down the aisles, their faces wracked with horror. A woman at the back blew her nose with a honk and someone else cleared their throat. The final credits rolled to a stop, music fading, and those remaining stared at the screen, hopeful.

There was no post-credit clip as there’d been with the previous four films.

The main lights rose, revealing a luminous young woman with tears streaming down her face, and her companion, a dark-haired man, like a photograph from another century. He had one ankle crossing his knee, a pair of doe-skin gloves clutched in one hand, and a pocket-watch dangling from his lapel.

The brightness had released the audience and the exodus from the theater began in earnest. A middle aged woman did an awkward two step as she exited in front of them. Subdued chatter followed the dwindling crowd, whispers rather than hoots.

“Liv, are you okay?” the young man asked.

Liv shook her head, her long hair falling forward to hide her face. “No,” she croaked. Xander would never understand what this felt like: watching your one true character die. He wasn’t a Starveil fan like she was.

The strangely-dressed young man glared at the faded screen, eyes hooded in subtle dismay. “That ending was… not quite what I’d expected.”

“He’s not dead,” Liv said. “He can’t be.”

Xander ran his hands down velvet lapels, signet ring twinkling. “But if the girl got in the last pod,” he mused, “and the countdown was on four, then by the time-“

Liv spun on him. “He’s not dead!” she shouted. “They’d never kill Spartan!”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. After a moment, he lifted his pocket watch and peered down at the crystal surface. It was nearly three a.m., the midnight showing of the newest Starveil movie finished. Across the continental U.S., countless other fans were emerging shell-shocked from theaters. Liv knew they should go, but she was rooted to her seat. If she left with Xander, then it was over. It was real.

Spartan can’t be dead!

Xander dropped the watch back into his pocket. He sat up, pulling on his gloves.

“We should go,” he said gently.

“I can’t. Not yet.”

A vacuum started. Xander stood, flipping the long tails of his jacket behind him and stretching. “Liv,” he sighed. “I get that you’re upset. But they’re starting to clean the-“

“No!”

A long, uneasy silence followed her outburst. The final patrons filed out the doors. Besides the cleaning crew, Xander and Liv were the only ones left behind. She knew he was waiting for her, but her long fall of brown hair blocked him from view. She felt the first rush of panicked sobbing about to start and she forced it down.

Not dead, her mind screamed. Spartan can’t be dead!

His hand brushed her shoulder. “You wait here,” Xander said. “I’ll go get the car.”

She nodded. Xander squeezed her shoulder before he sprinted down the aisle.

No! No! NO! This can’t be happening.

Liv’s hands began to shake, the tremors spreading to her arms and legs. I don’t believe it! MRM would NEVER kill of the main character. This is WRONG!She could feel the words bubbling in her throat, rage tipping the balance of her pain. Xander reached the door, and glanced back one last time. This isn’t real! I can’t handle this! THIS ABSOLUTELY CANNOT BE HAPPENING!

He stepped through.

Liv waited until the theater door closed behind his back, before she surged to her feet. The nearby attendant – a pimply teen sweeping popcorn – looked up with cow-eyed interest.

“This is wrong!” Liv shouted at the screen. “You can’t do this to people! Spartan deserved a better ending! It’s not FAIR!”

The boy’s sweeping stopped.

“Spartan wasn’t supposed to die! He had a mission – I believed in that!… I believed in HIM!” Tears choked her words. “Spartan always makes it through, no matter WHAT! He’s the hero of the story! He’s the reason the resistance exists! He’s- He’s-“

“Miss?” the boy asked. “Are you okay?”

She turned on him, hands rising. “No! I’m not, okay!” she screamed. “I’m ANYTHING but okay!” Liv took a sobbing breath. “Spartan’s DEAD, don’t you see? H-how is that supposed to be okay?!”

The attendant stared at her. “Miss, I-“

“WHAT?!”

The boy’s eyes darted to the other attendant, staring open-mouthed at Liv’s display. “Miss, I think you should probably leave the theater.”

Liv stormed to her feet. “Fine!” She kicked the empty popcorn bag out of her way and stomped down the aisle. The second attendant swung the door for her and jumped out of her way as she passed.

“Thanks!” the attendant called. “Come again!”



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Danika Stone is an author, artist, and educator who discovered a passion for writing fiction while in the throes of her Masters thesis. A self-declared bibliophile, Danika now writes novels for both adults (The Intaglio Series, Edge of Wild and Ctrl Z) and teens (Icarus, and All the Feels). When not writing, Danika can be found hiking in the Rockies, planning grand adventures, and spending far too much time online. She lives with her husband, three sons, and a houseful of imaginary characters in a windy corner of Alberta, Canada.

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Favorite Quotes

“Sometimes,” he said, “you have to go up to go down.”

“Everyone puts them on a pedestal, but we shouldn’t. Acting is a service industry, as much as waiting tables. An actor works for us, not the other way around.”

“It’s up to you to make your happy ending.”

“That, my dear Liv, was confidence. Talk to someone. Make jokes with them. Seem interested in what they are saying even if they’re dull as mud.” He shrugged. “Anyone… anyone at all, can be glamoured if you know how.”

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One thought on “Blog Tour: All the Feels by Danika Stone (Review + Favorite Quotes+ Giveaway)

  1. Reg @ She Latitude says:

    So glad to hear that you loved this book! I have it on my TBR because it sounds so deliciously geeky. ❤

    A predictable romance is OK as long as it's handled well, and seeing as you still gave it five stars, I'm confident I will like this book as well. Great review!

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