Books Of The Month | August 2016

What better way to relax over the summer than to read a good book? Or ten.

What I Finished:

Zeroes by Scott Westerfeld

Zeroes by Scott Westerfeld

One phrase description:

A long but fast read.

Quote:

“It was amazing what humans could do.”

My general thoughts:

At first I thought I’d take forever to finish the novel because I’m a slow reader. It’s longer than I anticipated as well. But since I liked the characters and the pacing of the story, I got through the book pretty quickly by my standards. Even though the teenagers each had a unique power, there was also a downside or weakness to their abilities. I’m all for diversity, flawed human beings, and different people coming together for a common cause.

Joyland by Stephen KingJoyland by Stephen King

One phrase description:

A fun summer read.

Quote:

“But the mind defend itself as long as it can.”

My general thoughts:

King is king. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. King is king. I found myself falling in love with the story more and more. I desperately needed an escape from the real world while reading Joyland, and Stephen King didn’t let me down. I made a guess at who the murderer was, but guess what? I was way off. No surprise there. I didn’t see the ending coming. Not by a mile. And I’m perfectly okay with that.

Hollow City by Ransom Riggs

Hollow City by Ransom Riggs

One phrase description:

A peculiar read.

Quote:

“But eventually, if I lived through this, I would have to face up to the decision I had made and the pain I had caused.”

My general thoughts:

I still love the characters, even more so the second time around. I felt like I got to know everyone better. That said I also enjoyed the new characters (humans and animals) that were introduced, even if they did have a minor role. The photographs didn’t disappoint either. Neither did the paper that the book was printed on. I like good quality paper. Let me be.

 What I Want To Read Next Month:

The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith

The Cuckoo's Calling by Robert Galbraith

Why:

I’ve never read anything by J.K. Rowling, so it’s about time I did.

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Advice To Be Taken Literally And Figuratively

Turn the page.

Turn the page of the book you’re reading.

Turn the page of the book that is your life.

Even when you don’t want to. Especially when you don’t want to.

Move on right now. Start the next chapter. Turn the page already.

(This post was written for me and is directed at me.)

Forever | A Short Story

“You like Philip, don’t you?” Lisa said, raising her eyebrows at Emily. 

“No, I don’t.”

“That’s what they all say.”

Emily fingered the heart-shaped charm on her necklace. “I really don’t.”

“You can lie to me all you want.” Lisa’s eyes widened as did her smile. “Just admit it.”

“I don’t have to admit something that isn’t true.” 

Lisa pointed at Emily. “You always touch your necklace.”

Emily didn’t say anything to this.

“You never take it off.”

Still, Emily stayed silent.

“I swear you’ve worn that necklace since…forever.” Lisa’s lips were no longer curled upwards but instead set in a straight line. “What gives? There’s no way Philip gave that to you—”

“He’s dead,” Emily said. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“What?” Her friend’s jaw dropped.

Emily shut her eyes. “The guy who gave me this necklace is dead, Lisa.”

“But how is that even possible? How did I…” Her thought trailed off because she didn’t want to complete it.

“Anything’s possible. You say that all the time.” Emily shrugged. 

Why I Cotinue To Write

  • I suck at everything else.
  • Writing doesn’t involve anyone else.
  • I’ll take fictional worlds over the real one any day of any week.
  • Writing every day of every week makes the time go by faster.
  • I don’t like being bored and doing nothing.
  • Writing is easy to love when having fun and all is going well.

I shared when and why I started writing on Rachel’s blog. You can read all about that here. She runs a fantastic blog. You won’t be disappointed with her content (unlike mine). 

Slipping Under | A Poem

Jump and fail

Miss by a mile

Leap far

Fall back

Going in

Slipping under

Best Time Of The Year

I love the time right before school starts because I have an excuse to buy school supplies and stationery.

Back to school shopping, in my opinion, is the best kind of shopping.

As you can imagine, I live for this kind of stuff.

I end up buying pens and notebooks I use for writing rather than studying. For my own work rather than schoolwork. 

I regret nothing. 

Birthday Wishes | What I Love | August 2016

Dear You,

To celebrate me and my new age, I just wanted to say thank you. I don’t say it enough. Clearly, I’m not well-mannered.

Thanks so much for the birthday wishes. Even though you’re all just reminding me that I’m older…

To everyone who remembered it’s my birthday, can I have your memory? I don’t have my date of birth posted publicly on Facebook or anywhere for that matter. So kudos to you. Let’s hope I remember yours.

I appreciate anyone and everyone for putting up with me, for putting up with my bad humour and blog posts. How do you do it?

You make this experience that much more enjoyable. Who knows I might have stopped blogging a long time ago or started making my posts private. But I didn’t do either. Because I would dearly miss the interactions.

I don’t know what else to say, but thank you so very much!

Please continue to put up with me? For another year at least. I’ll be twenty in 2017. Let’s hope I’ll be a better writer and blogger.

No guarantee, though. Maybe this year will be my blogging demise.

I should’ve ended this post a long time ago. Better late than never. I know. Never late is better.

Sending you my love,

19 year old me

A Serious Blogging Consideration

I’m considering the idea of reducing my blogging activity. At least once school starts. Because I’m going to be lazy and not manage my time properly.

I don’t know if I will for sure, but I just wanted to warn anyone who cares. I also want to look back on this post one day and laugh at my naïve self.

Okay? Okay.

Interesting fact, I thought about doing this exact thing on September 20th, 2014. But I never published those thoughts. I somehow managed to balance blogging with school just fine in previous years, even though I had little confidence in myself. If I had little confidence then, I have even less confidence now.

If this blog is dead in a month, you’ll know why.

Still, I will do everything in my power to ensure this blog doesn’t die before I do.

Lost Time | A Short Story

He knocked on her door, hoping Bella still lived here. Seven, nearly eight years have passed. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had moved. Her house looked the same to him. The reddish brown roof shingles. The empty flower bed near the front of the house, underneath a window. The cracked driveway with its fading gray paint job.

Seconds later he heard footsteps coming from inside the house.

The door opened. He hadn’t expected to see her, but she expected him even less.

“Grant?” She covered her mouth with a hand. “What are you…”

Her expression changed from surprise to confusion. He wondered if someone could hold a grudge for eight years.

Bella opened the door wider. “Come in.”

He did, removing his shoes slower than normal, first untying his shoelaces before slipping them off.

“Eight years.”

His head shot up. She wasn’t looking at him.

“Bella.”

Her shoulders rose as she took a breath. “What are you doing here?”

“I ask myself the same thing,” Grant said in a low voice. 

“Why did you come back?”

“For you.” He glanced at her, but she didn’t meet his gaze. “I came back for you.”

She crossed her arms behind her, staring at the ground. “Don’t.”

“I did.” Grant made a move towards her, which made her back away.

“I think you should go.” Bella sidestepped around him and gripped the doorknob with one hand.

“Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

“After all this time? After eight years? No, not really.”

Her face changed. Her eyes narrowed, her eyebrows furrowed.

He placed a hand against the door. “Don’t you want to hear an explanation?”

“I lived eight years without one. I’m sure I can live another eight.” The door wouldn’t budge even though she had the knob turned and was pulling as hard as she could.

Grant put more of his weight on his front leg, leaning into the doorframe. “Can you listen?”

“I don’t want to.”

“This has been eating at me for eight years.”

Bella exhaled, moving away from the door. “Then it can keep eating at you for eighty more.”

“You let me in.”

“Now I want you to leave.”

“That means you wanted to know. You wanted an explanation.” His voice cracked on the last word.

She tossed her head back, faked a laugh. “That doesn’t mean anything. Get out.”

“What about the four years we were together?”

Her eyes closed. “Four years isn’t exactly eight, is it?”

“No, it isn’t.” A pause. “What do I have to do?”

“Nothing. You can leave and—”

“I went to jail.”

Never Have I Ever | Reading Edition 

Never have I ever written in a book I own.

I can’t bring myself to.

Never have I ever kissed a book.

Or anyone for that matter.

Never have I ever read a book by J.K. Rowling.

Maybe I should change that.

Never have I ever pulled an all-nighter reading.

Sleep wins out.

Never have I ever dropped a book in the bath.

I don’t take baths.

Never have I ever thought a movie was better than the book.

That’s probably because I rarely watch any movies.

Never have I ever burned a book.

I refuse to.

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