Hey guys it's Julia and welcome back to my channel and for today's video I'm going to be doing the try a chapter book tag. It's a really popular tag. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this but I've been doing this for so long like before I knew it was a tag I would read like a few pages or like a chapter of a few books to decide what to read next like that's how I always kind of decided so like this is not new for me but this time I would film it. This is going to be arc edition just because I want to get to an arc this month. I need to get to more than one arc this month but I for sure want to get to one so I have five arcs here that I'm just going to be reading the first chapter of a few pages of something like that just to decide what to read next and let you guys know my first impressions of them. So first up here we have We Set the Dark on Fire by Taylor Kaye Magi? That's probably wrong. I heard this is feminist and that's all I know about it. I don't remember exactly what it's about but I just remember it was really interesting and intriguing and that's why I requested it. I got it from ATC Frenzy so thank you to them. This came out in February so yikes. This is one that comes out this month in March. This is called Heroine by Minnie McGinnis. I love Minnie McGinnis's book The Female of the Species so I'm really excited to try this one out and I believe it's just about heroine addiction and a car crash of sorts so and we have this one which is With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo. I'm so excited for this one. I loved her book The Poet X. I didn't love it but like I thoroughly enjoyed it. I gave it like a four on a four star rating I believe but I'm really excited to read this one. This one's about like a cook and it's supposed to be really good. This one comes out in May so this one comes out a bit later so I do have more time for this one but I just really want to read it. Doomsday by Katie Henry. I don't know much about this one except that it just has like that doomsday like concept or something like the world going to end. There's like someone has anxiety in this book stuff like that. It's the same author who wrote Heritage Anonymous which I loved. It was one of my favorite books of last year so so excited for this. This one comes out in August. Damn so that's also these are all from Frenzy I think. Then I also have Fame Fate in the First Kiss by Casey West. This is just another new Casey West book that just talks about like I think actresses basically what the title says. It comes it came out in February so we're going to read a chapter of this or a few pages. I don't know what I'm going to do yet depending on how long the chapters are. I also kind of just need to decide what arc I'm going to bring for my trip so I don't really have time to like read like 50 pages of each right now so we'll read some and then I'm going to let you guys know my first impressions. So for the book we set the dark on fire. I read the little prologue thing as well as a maybe five or six pages of the first chapter but I did read the prologue thing so I just wanted to talk about it plus I know just by the way that it's like going right now that it's just not something I'm in the mood for at the moment. So basically this is about a school the Mato school for girls. Basically this is an all girls school and it's about we follow this one character like the prologue just basically is not even a prologue. It just kind of talks about something that's written in one of the the textbooks I believe of the thing so it's yeah it's in the handbook. It's like the introduction of the handbook that we get and it's about these gods the god of salt and the god of sun and that we like learn about the like the god of the moon and then um this daughter of a king and like all this kind of story um and then it's obviously like I believe one of the characters in the book is the top student but she but her pedigree is a lie. It's not about her marriage while dating give up everything in pursuit of a free medial and a chance at forbidden love. The first book in a sizzling fantasy duology is perfect for fans of the handmade tail. So that is something I'm just not in the mood for right now. Fantasy is no one I'm in the mood for but it does sound really cool and like if you've read this let me know your thoughts on it down below. I'm interested to see what like people thought of it. I haven't really looked into too many reviews yet. Now we're gonna read a little bit of with the fire on high. I just read a bit of with the fire on high. This one is pretty good so far basically I wonder really like how it's just formatted like it's so nice and it has like all the fruits and the vanilla and like the mint and like part one is called the sour just like I love that and it starts off with like a little like recipe which is really cool and then it starts off the first chapter about a baby who like in this chapter like day one she doesn't have a name yet so they just call her baby girl.  Believe like by the sound of that I believe the mom is like a teenager in high school I think I'm really confused but just by the way it's formatted by the way it's written I think it's definitely one that I'm kind of like in the mood for right now so this is probably going to be um one of the ones I'll have to choose from for sure like one of the top priorities of mine but really interesting so far. I read two pages and have decided that this is what I'm probably going to end up reading unless anything else changes my mind and that is due to the fact that one I love these dark kinds of books two um it's like it's about an addict which I find really interesting to read about and three the first line of the prologue is when I wake up all my friends are dead and it talks about like I'll just read you the little first little bit and tell me it doesn't make you want to read this right now so when I wake up all my friends are dead I don't know why they stopped breathing or how long I slept while they dropped off one by one. Josie's basement is a windowless place where time does not matter the lights set low she sprawls across a couch lips gone gray underneath the plumping lip gloss she used to cover the fact that she started shredding them with her teeth devouring herself with need when there's no needle in reach I try to get up my hip refusing to carry me in the in the pivotal moment when I rise I bump into the coffee table setting a syringe rolling onto the floor shit so I must know what happened so this is definitely something I'm going to probably end up reading I will read a few pages of this and the other one just because I have to but like I think I'm gonna end up reading heroin and taking that one on my trip but we'll read a bit of fame fate in the first kiss so I ended up reading a little bit of both of these and just decided that I'm just not in the mood for them right now so out of the five we have concluded that this one fantasy I'm not in the mood for with the fire on my eye was probably going to be the one I picked but then I read some of heroin which made me not want to look at the other ones because of how much I liked the beginning of heroin so I am not in the mood for let's call a dudes day or fame fate in the first kiss because fame fate in the first kiss has like a script at the beginning and it's a lot like it's kind of like one of those like I think it's going to be one of those like light fluffy things like I just don't want to read that and then let's call it dudes day talks about like a scenario of the world ending and I'm like okay but the this one like this one sounds good so like I'm just gonna get to all of these eventually to be honest but like and like some of them I am and still excited to read like these two specifically I'm so super excited to read I still want to read fame fate in the first kiss and we said the dark on fire but like these two I'm like yes so I guess my pick is going to be heroin by Bendy McGinnis I'm going to bring this one on my trip with me and yeah so I'll let you guys know and like my next kind of like a wrap-up and what my thoughts are on it I hope at least you learned a little bit more about what the other arcs are about or at least learned or saw some titles or something that catched your eye that you'd be interested in again we said the dark on fire came out in February with the fire on high releases in May um let's call it dudes day releases in August and fame fate in the first kiss released um in February and heroin by mini McGinnis releases this month in March so that's kind of perfect anyways thank you guys so so much for watching let me know your thoughts in the comments down below I'll definitely let you know my thoughts on the book when I finish it and I will have like a wrap-up up not soonish but probably at the end of March just talking about the books that I read in February and March just because I don't have enough like I read like one book in February so I don't have enough to talk about to make a video but I hope you guys enjoyed this video let me know your thoughts in the comments down below and maybe like which one you would choose or if like you had all these arcs which one you would read first if you're excited for any of these other releases stuff like that um I've never filmed like the try the chapter thing before but like it was kind of fun I usually do it by myself anyways like filming it was kind of fun but yeah um if you enjoyed this video give it a like and comment down below as well subscribe if you're not already and thank you so so much for watching and have a beautiful day I'll see you soon bye


Two guys noticed these pipes sticking out of ground. They never expected this to be underneath. Dale Hufford was on a flight from his hometown in Baltimore to visit his longtime friend Mike Peters for the Christmas period in Lobtal, Germany. Mike had told him about a pair of mysterious pipes that were protruding from the ground in a secret wooded area near his home and Dale, fancying himself quite the urban explorer, could not wait to see them for himself. Mike had grown up in the house in the small village and had recounted stories of his forest adventures, but he had never dared to explore the pipes himself. As the plane took Dale closer to his destination, he was suddenly filled with excitement and fear, but how could he have known that his descent into the woods and deep underground would spiral into an amazing tale that included buried treasure and eventually a run-in with the law. Dale, even after the long flight, could barely contain his enthusiasm to finally be there. After the cursory small talk, he got right to the point of making plans to inspect the site. Mike went on to explain to Dale that he suspected that the pipes were part of something deep underground and there were signs all around the area that were indicative of some sort of structure hidden beneath the forest floor. He had played in the area as a child but had been expressly forbidden to get too close. As they were engrossed in packing supplies for the hike and possible overnight stay, they were blissfully unaware that they were laying the foundations for their lives to change in unimaginable ways. The forest was not far and Mike knew the path well from years of walking it. There were no signposts but he managed to find the trail among the silent trees. It was eerily quiet as they entered the forest and the morning had stretched into the afternoon. Mike had warned Dale that they needed to get an early start, but Dale's feet were itching for adventure and he could not wait for the following morning. Finally, they had arrived. The two enormous pipes stood, sentinel and silent, looming in the murky afternoon. They protruded from the ground, their metal stark against the forest backdrop. A shiver went through Dale's spine at the site of the foreboding twin metal soldiers, guarding what? What secrets were hiding beneath? They would soon find out. After circling for about 100 meters from the strange metal periscopes, they spotted the concrete entrance a dark rectangular hole that was sunk into the ground at an angle. It was hidden by a grassy mound of overgrowth and dead leaves and covered with a wooden lid. With boyish excitement, the pair got to work removing the lid with a crowbar and peered inside. AIRG. Mike shouted an alarm as a black cloud of flies buzzed up into their faces. There were stairs leading down, and there was an old iron gate barring entrance. A sign menacingly warned be treated for botan. They mustered all their courage, took a deep breath, and slowly walked inside. The lock on the gate was broken, so Dale and Mike pushed it open and started to walk down the stairs. Soon, the darkness engulfed them, and Dale fumbled for his flashlight. When he flicked it on, he was greeted with an endless hallway. The smell was dank and foul, and the silence was deafening. All Dale could hear was the thump of his own heart and their careful footsteps, echoing off the walls and down into the dark. Dale checked his phone for the time and was irked to see the signal bar on zero. They had been warned by locals that there were rumors of live munitions on the site, and they had no way of calling for help, so they proceeded very, very cautiously. The corridor seemed to go on forever until they reached a junction. Mike said that they should avoid taking any unnecessary turns to avoid becoming lost. Dale shuddered at the thought of being underground in the concrete labyrinth, wandering for hours with no way out. So, without another word, they walked straight on. Then, something on the floor caught Dale's eye something green and shiny. As they neared, they saw what it was. It was a plastic bag from a local supermarket. Mike grew uneasy. Who knew who or what would be waiting for them further on, down in the dark? Suddenly, the long corridor turned sharply. Mike and Dale were breathing heavily, and the echo of their exhalations that rose back to their ears sounded like a flat and inhuman hiss. They must be miles underground now, and the claustrophobia, suddenly unbearable, clawed at them in the dark. The dank smell grew stronger here, and the corridor had widened. Dale thought he heard a girl's laugh from the distance and stopped abruptly, with his hand on Mike's chest. They both listened intently and made out a faint sound. Drip, drip. There were marks on the wall that looked like someone had punched at it with a hammer at random intervals. Dale didn't know why, but the thought of someone down here, swinging a hammer in the dark, deep underground in a forgotten bunker made his skin crawl. He had a sudden urge to turn back and run, but it was too late to go back now. With a sigh, they rounded the corner, hoping that it would be a dead end. Then they would have the excuse they needed to end the terrifying descent and run back to the entrance, mission accomplished. Alas, it was no dead end. There was a rusted yellow door that had been ripped savagely from its hinges and cast aside, revealing a narrow doorway of blackness. The immense door looked like the door to a vault, and had Cyrillic writing stenciled onto it in blood red ink. But who had done such a thing? And how? Dale's mind traveled to every horror story he had ever heard, now let loose and filled with a new life now that he was underground with darkness all around him. What awaited them behind the doorway? The smell started to intensify, sulfurous and clawing. Sewerage and rot. Dale and Mike passed through the doorway, gagging. Dale's strained mind couldn't help but remember that the smell of rotten eggs in any of the silly books he had read meant that denizens of the underworld were close by. But he didn't believe any of that, did he? This environment was ripe for his imagination to run riot, so he tried to keep it in check. He had to have his wits about him for the very real threat they were about to face. They suddenly came to another corridor, and Mike slipped, sending waves of stagnant water to the far side, lapping at the heavy walls. He screamed, and his wild flashlight beam revealed a dark silhouette of someone crouching on the far wall for a split second before it plummeted into the water, as he scrambled frantically to get out. Dale swung his flashlight blindly in the direction that he had seen the figure. But it was gone. Mike, finally free, ran back in a blind panic and took cover behind Dale. This room was completely flooded. To Dale's dismay, he noticed that the walls were made of heavy lead. The water, now disturbed, rocked eerily back and forth, releasing unseen clouds of gas. They hadn't expected to find these silent and watery rooms and hadn't brought respirators. The air was growing thick, and the fright left them reeling. The pair had unwittingly stumbled upon the secret back entranceway into the subterranean depths of Lagerkaral, built in 1939 during World War II as a naval intelligence school, but soon after the German naval high command moved in and transformed it into their U-boat headquarters. It was here, in the middle of the forest and away from prying eyes that the rockets were stored, silently aimed at Berlin. The subterranean entrance was little known, even to the locals, and tales of live munitions had ensured that errant teens and curious children stayed away. What mysteries would the pair find there, waiting quietly in the ruins and decay? Our intrepid urban explorers were rattled by what they had seen. The silence and the sensation of being cut off from the world was taking its toll on their senses. They had spent what must have been hours in the dark now, and it was surely night up above, in the world of fresh air and natural light that now seemed like a distant memory. Was there someone down there in the dark with them, or had it been a trick of the light? Either way, they had to get out. Visions of a gibbering maniac, crouching alone in the flooded room in the dark was enough to make them run. So run they did. With one flashlight and their own panicked footsteps for company, they tried to trace their way back through the black labyrinth. Their breaths rasped in their throats, and when they pulled in lungfuls of the stagnant air, it was apparent that the amount of oxygen was dwindling. Spots and sparks started to appear in Dale's peripheral vision, and these transformed into the shimmering, psychedelic waves of an oral migraine.  Mike was experiencing it too. His heart was pounding with an irregular thumb that rattled through his chest, and his legs felt like lead as they pumped him towards the exit. Suddenly, Dale stopped mid-run and shown his flashlight on a puddle of dark water, straight ahead. He was sure they were going in the direction that they had come, but he couldn't tell any more. Navigational senses were useless below ground, with only a flashlight to guide the way through the tunnels that all looked the same. They were lost, and his heart sank. Then, he saw something wink in the corner of the waterlogged room and glint that caught the light and bounced into his retina. Feeling delirious now, and with all reason escaping him, Dale shakily started to wade to where he thought he saw it. Mike saw Dale's intentions and moved to stop him, but he was too weak to protest. Sliding down the doorway, he sat on the damp ground and watched helplessly. Dale slid into the fetid water until he was knee-deep. It was icy cold, with little pockets of warmer water that swirled around him as he moved forward. Holding the flashlight in his teeth, he purposefully splashed to the far corner, where there was a pile of rubble that rose jaggedly from the surface. There it was again something winking back at him from the murky water. He made his way over and plunged his hands in and felt along the bottom with his freezing fingers. They closed on something flat and solid with rounded edges, with engravings on one side. He slipped it into his pocket and waded back to Mike, who was slumped on the far side of the room. With the jolt of the cold water clearing his head, Dale started to organize his thoughts logically. They were lost, so they must have taken a turn at a junction further along, and the flooded rooms had been further down the long corridor, on a level that was lower by a step. His instincts told him to move in a westerly direction and try to find the junction where they had taken the wrong turn. So they backtracked until they could no longer hear the dripping of the water, and the smell of sulfur started to diminish. Suddenly, they saw the yellow door lying on its side in the doorway and knew they were close. Hope flooded their hearts when they turned and finally reached the long corridor. With visions of escape, they furiously ran on and didn't stop until they saw the dim light of the entrance in the distance. Currying up the steps and bursting from the bunker, Dale and Mike rested their hands on their knees and doubled forward, taking huge gulps of the fresh air. It was night, and they could see the stars shining faintly through the trees. There were the backpacks that they had left at the entrance, and they were so relieved to see the familiar bags that they almost cried. They lay down on the dead leaves to catch their breath. That's when Dale remembered his prize that he had found. Dale pulled the object from his pocket and shown the flashlight onto it to take a closer look. It was heavy and etched on it were some nondescript numbers that read 999,9. Then it hit him. What he was holding in his hand was a 500g bar of pure gold. He couldn't believe his eyes. How long had it been down there for, in the forgotten bunker, lying in the rotten water for him to find it? Unbeknownst to Dale, there was a search going on in the area for World War II era gold, and the rumors had sent one particular treasure hunter into a frenzy. Hans Gluweck was a 76-year-old expert on a World War II treasure, and he was convinced that he had finally located the exact place where it was hidden. His suspicions were only confirmed when a teenager had found a gold bar that was similar in appearance to the one that Dale had found while she was swimming in a lake near her home. She handed it into the police, but a six-month investigation and search for the gold bar's rightful owner had been fruitless. The girl was permitted to keep it. Gluweck's search for World War II treasure had consumed his life, and with his trusty metal detector, he had carefully combed the world for the horde of gold, diamonds, and artworks that were never recovered after the war. His quest was a strange one, and his story is full of twists and turns. According to Gluweck, in the last days of the war, Chief Heinrich Himmler was ordered to empty the Berlin Reichsbank of its loot and send it on a train towards the Alps, but was intercepted by advancing Russians. He was then arrested on May 12 in 1945, and 76 kilograms of gold was recovered from where he had hidden them in his beetroot patch. But this was only a fraction of what the train had been carrying, and the remaining treasure has yet to be recovered. Gluweck was giving an interview to Bavaria TV in 1995 about his various treasure hunts, and afterward, he was contacted by an anonymous man who gave him a map that he said he might find interesting. The map turned out to have belonged to an SS officer, and had been hidden in the lining of his coat. Gluweck followed the cryptic coordinates on the map, and they led him to Iraq 15 times, but still, he returned empty-handed. Until one day in autumn, it all came to him, and he was electrified. He found an undisclosed area where the numbers on the map, 600, 900, and 750, matched the location which he found by using a geomagnetometer, which measures the earth's magnetic field. He had found something momentous underground. The treasure hunter was spurred on by the find of the gold bar by the teenager in a lake, and made moves to excavate in an undisclosed wooded area, but was denied by the landowner. While searching for treasure is permitted by Bavarian law, digging requires permission. Could Dale have found a piece of the treasure that had somehow made its way into the World War II bunker? Perhaps it had been carried there by the water that had flooded it, or maybe there was more hidden in its depths waiting for any soul who was brave enough to travel the forgotten labyrinth, through the noxious gas, lead, live munitions, and treacherous water-filled caverns. As Dale was examining his lucky find, he was disturbed from his reverie by a disembodied light traveling through the woods. It flickered through the trees, like below the wisp, a strange sight here, far away from the village. At first, he thought his eyes were playing more tricks on him, but after a few seconds of it growing closer, the truth dawned on him all at once. He roused Mike, who had been speechless with anxiety since they had come to the surface, and told him that they needed to move. There was barking and growling, and it was growing nearer by the second. Urban explorers run the risk of being caught by authorities, as the abandoned places that they are inexorably drawn to are often located on private property, or are unsafe trespassers are often prosecuted. That was half the fun. Dale knew that the police had gotten wiff of the two, and their intentions, probably from the locals that they had spoken to about the sight. He cursed as he hefted his heavy backpack onto his shoulders, and mustered every ounce of energy to run once again. Mike followed him doggedly, as they gave the policemen a wide berth and circled back once again to the path that would lead them home. Finally, Mike's house came into view in the moonlight, promising warmth and food, and a soft bed where the pair could recoup from their harrowing ordeal. Staggering into the entranceway, they tossed their heavy packs aside and went to their respective rooms. Dale lay in bed that night with visions of forgotten gold and treasures running through his mind as he thumbed his precious find. Then he fell asleep and had a long, endless nightmare of stretching underground corridors and the echoing voices of all the long gone people who had inhabited the bunker decades before. Dale was thrilled with his find, but Mike was insistent that he handed in to the authorities. Dale soon realized that he had no choice. He handed it in with a heavy heart and explained that he had found it in the forest, omitting that he and Mike had trespassed and explored the abandoned bunker in the woods. Dieter Fischer, the policeman, was amazed. His eyes had grown wide with surprise when they presented him with the gleaning bar of gold. He turned it over and over in his hands, exclaiming in disbelief, and immediately made a call. After a few days, he heard back from Officer Fischer. The bar had been meticulously examined and was indeed 500g of the purest gold. But how much was it worth? Experts estimated a value of a staggering $18,000. As with the teenage girl who had found a similar bar, he had to wait to see if the owner could be found before he could claim it as his own. The bar's identification number had been defaced, however, making a determination of its origins difficult. Dale, with his first taste of treasure fresh in his mind, wanted desperately to return to the underground bunker, but Mike was having none of it. What if there had really been someone living down there, doing who knows what in the dark? Mike shuddered as he recalled the crouching shadow he had seen down in the flooded room. It was not safe, and they had been incredibly foolish to even attempt such an excursion. They were inexperienced urban explorers at best, and could easily have been overwhelmed by the dangerous gases that they had disturbed in the water and succumbed to oxygen deprivation. They could have fallen and sustained injuries, with nobody to help them deep underground. The dangers were endless. That's when Dale decided to watch the footage that he had taken with a GoPro recording device instead. On closer inspection, and briefly for a split second, he was able to make out the silhouette that they had seen, but the light was extremely poor, and it could very well have just been a trick of the light, bouncing off the water and off the sodden walls. But the gold was very real. He hoped fervently that the owner would not be located. Who knows what's hidden in the depths of the forgotten bunker, lying in wait for some brave soul to snatch it up. But who was brave enough to travel past the silent twin pipes guarding their secrets? Down into the forgotten labyrinth and the ruins of time, armed with fortitude and a flashlight, and perhaps a close friend, down through the stifling darkness and stench, through the noxious gas lead and light munitions.