Reading

Authors I Want To Meet

I want to meet almost every author but the ones below especially.

Pierce Brown

I would love to pick his brain over lunch or brunch. But I’ll settle for reading his books.

Jodi Picoult

Love her characters. Love her stories. She never ceases to amaze me. I don’t think I’ve ever correctly predicted the endings to any of her books.

Stephen King

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: King is King. He always will be.

Who do you want to meet?

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How I Feel About Book Recommendations‏

I can dedicate an entire post on book recommendations, so I’m doing exactly that.

Giving book recommendations:

I give because people ask. Also, I’m predisposed to philanthropy because I am generous by nature. Ask anybody who has had the pleasure of benefitting from one of my many unselfish acts. That being said I don’t expect everyone to love what I love or dislike what I dislike.

As a side note, I’ve acquired different tastes over the years. So a book I enjoyed three years ago may not be as enjoyable now. Case in point, I rate books on Goodreads based on my feelings of the book during and right after reading.  Meaning I may not feel the same way about a book as time goes on. In my opinion, the 5 star rating is not and never will be an accurate representation.

My experience has made me wish people were more decisive. You’re choosing a book, not choosing someone to spend the rest of your life with.

Receiving book recommendations:

I’m open to receiving them so long as the giver doesn’t try to shove it down my throat. In most cases, subtlety is an effective approach. If you really want me to read something, mention it in passing. Do not make the title or author your most used phrase in conversation.

As you can tell, I tend to give book recommendations more than I receive them. Then again, if you think I’ll enjoy a particular story or novel, feel free to let me know.

I can’t think of anything else to add. If or when I do, I’ll be sure to shove it down your throat.

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Short Story Share

I often write about reading and when I do, the posts tend to be centered around books. What doesn’t get as much recognition, sadly, are short stories. In fact, some people consider them to be dying. So even though I can’t revive the form on my own, I figured I’d share a short story I read and enjoyed. Also, it may or may not be a feature I bring back whenever I read a piece I can rave for days about.

Now I don’t normally recommend products or services on this blog. And even when I do, I do so honestly. Besides this isn’t much of a recommendation. The post is called ‘Short Story Share’ for a reason.

I’ve been rambling because I’m writing this on the subway. Forgive me.

It’s called “The Turing Test”. Google it. There’s a whole different kind of story behind the concept. Wikipedia has a better explanation than anything I could write. Chris Beckett, a science fiction author, wrote the piece.

Since this happened to be an assigned reading for a class, I didn’t think I’d enjoy it. That isn’t to say I haven’t liked anything I had to read for school. I just lower my expectations so I’m not terribly disappointed. So reading through the entire story during my commute, which can be very distracting, is impressive enough. I don’t know whether I’m more proud of myself or the author. Okay okay. The author wins.

Without giving away too much, which is something I’m prone to do, the story revolves around technology, humanity, and how implications of the former affect relationships of the latter.

Not only am I terribly wordy on the subway, I also fail at reducing confusion.

This post looks insanely long on my phone so if you had the patience to sit through it all, without skipping a single word, I applaud you. Some day I shall reward you generously.

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“Which Author” Questions

Kid you not I couldn’t think of a decent title for the longest time. I’m still not entirely pleased with it. As the post goes on, you’ll be less confused as to what’s going on. I think.

Pretty much I’ll answer the questions with an author, living or dead.

Which author would you want to have lunch with?

Jodi Picoult. I want to take a page out of her book. Er, books.

Which author would you choose to write you as a character?

David Baldacci. Sign me up.

Which author would you want to read another book from?

Steig Larsson. A first draft will do just fine actually.

Which author would you like to be friends with?

Margaret Atwood. I feel like we’d get along quite well.

Which author would you like to collab with?

James Dashner. Let me pick his brain and I will rest in peace.

Which author would you say got you into reading or even writing?

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. Margaret Peterson Haddix. Many more actually. I’m aware I named more than one author, but this is my post so I can break the non-existent rules.

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“Would You Rather” Book Tag

I was tagged by a beautiful, lovely, and wonderful blogger, and I could go on forever, but I won’t. Don’t do yourself a disservice by neglecting to check out who I’m talking about. She runs this fabulous blog over at Inkcouragement. Phantomwriter143 is such a nice URL. It rolls off the tongue. Try saying it 143 times. I think you’ll agree with me.

Would you rather only read trilogies or only read standalones?

Trilogies because if I had to read standalones and only standalones, I’d convert them into a trilogy by writing the next two books myself.

Would you rather only read male or female authors?

This one is terrible. Can I refuse to answer? I’m going to say male even though I’m currently reading a book written by a female. Does anyone want to go through my Goodreads and create a male to female ratio?

Would you rather shop at Barnes and Noble or Amazon?

Barnes and Noble although I’ve never been to one. Is anyone willing to take me there? I’ll pay for your purchase.

Would you rather books were made into TV shows or movies?

Neither. But if I had to pick, I’d say TV shows. The one movie adaption I watched (i.e. TMR) left me wanting more.

Would you rather read only 5 pages per day or 5 books per week?

When it comes to reading, the more the better. Plus reading 5 books a week would be the ultimate dream.

Would you rather be a professional author or reviewer?

Professional author hands down. I’m not a good reviewer. I’m not sure I’d be a good author either. A girl can dream. Let a girl dream.

Would you rather be a librarian or a bookseller?

I used to want to be a librarian. Now I’d much rather be a bookseller.

Would you rather read only your favorite genre, or every other genre but your favorite?

All other genres because I need variety. Plus reading the same authors over and over again would drive me crazy.

Would you rather only read ebooks or physical books?

Physical books. I have yet to read and finish one entire ebook.

I tag all of you because excluding people just isn’t my thing.

Publishing

Paralyzed Dreams Virtual Book Tour

ParalyzedDreamsVirtualBookTour

What could be better than a book tour? A virtual book tour. Especially when it revolves around Paralyzed Dreams. You can find more about the tour, the book, and the author here.

Excerpt from Paralyzed Dreams (car crash scene):

“Do you think we should pick up something to eat?” Mrs. Wilson suggested, hiding a grin.

“Sure,” Pam agreed enthusiastically.

Her mom laughed. “How did I know that you were going to say that?” she teased.

Pam frowned. “Maybe I’m too predictable?” she suggested, a hint of a grin in her eyes. Her mom laughed. One of Pam’s favorite things was eating out. She insisted that it made it much easier on her mom, but it also made it easier on her, since there weren’t many dishes to clean afterwards. She really disliked doing dishes.

Mrs. Wilson drove into one of Pam’s many favorite Mexican restaurants. After a quick breeze through the drive-thru, Mrs. Wilson turned to Pam. “Just think of this as your reward for being so nice to Cheri and Chelsea, and as a celebration. After all, it’s not every day Timothy Genther talks to you,” she teased.

Pam rolled her eyes. “Mom, please don’t get started on that again.”

Her mom raised a hand. “Okay, I’m not,” she told Pam, but the teasing twinkle remained in her eyes. The man in the drive-thru window handed them their fajitas, and her mom pulled out of the parking lot.

Pam closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the headrest. The motion of the car as they turned corners created a calming effect, and Pam’s thoughts started drifting. She imagined herself on a huge volleyball court, surrounded by people, as she and Lauren competed against the twins again, this time in the Olympics. Pam could practically hear the crowd screaming as she spiked the ball over the net, scoring the winning point. Her thoughts jumped to the medal ceremony. She and Lauren stood on the podium, the gold medals around their necks, the crowds cheering and screaming.

She was startled out of her reverie when the food she was holding on her lap started slipping. She grabbed the boxes before they had a chance to fall. Sighing, she looked out of the windshield, wishing she could truly be competing in the Olympics now.

Suddenly, a car zoomed out of a side street to their right, slamming into the side of the car with a loud metallic crash. Tires screeched. The passenger window shattered, showering glass over Pam as the other car’s momentum pushed them towards the opposite side of the road. Pam shrieked as the car tumbled over the edge of the road into the embankment. The car rolled until it came to a rest in the bottom of the ditch with creaks and groans. Neither Pam nor her mother stirred.

About the book

Fourteen-year-old Pam Wilson’s life is going perfectly. She and her best friend, Lauren, are becoming an amazing volleyball duo, and her dreams of playing in the Olympics are coming along wonderfully. Then a car accident paralyzes Pam from the waist down, and her dreams for her life are shattered. No more volleyball, no more walking, no more future.

About the author

C.B. Cook is a teen author with many short stories under her belt, and now a published novella, Paralyzed Dreams. She has been blogging for over a year and is working on writing a middle grade fantasy series. When she’s not balancing homework or writing, she can often be found messing around in Photoshop or talking to her dog. You can visit her at www.theworldofthewriter.wordpress.com.

That’s all for today folks.

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Reading Resolutions

Happy second day of 2015. For some of you, it may be the third day already. Are you keeping up with your resolutions so far?

Of all things, reading is very easy to neglect. That’s probably why I wasn’t the avid reader I would’ve liked to have been in 2014. This year I’m working to change that by making and (hopefully) sticking to my reading resolutions.

Here are my reasonable and realistic reading resolutions. We’ll see in 2016 if I manage to achieve all three.

I don’t know why I don’t already do this, but I seriously need to start tracking the books I read. I’m using a tiny pocket notebook to do this. In it, I’m writing down the title of the book, the author, the date I started it, and the date I finish.

I aim to read something meaningful every day. Text messages don’t count. Emails don’t either.

I hope to read at least 22 books this year. In the past, I’ve read more. But 2015 is not like any other year. I’m blogging on multiple platforms, I am trying to write more, and I’m in my last year of high school. That said, I think I can still manage to read more than one book every two weeks.

These are my reading resolutions for this year. What are yours?

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What I Will Never Give Away

Books.

I don’t care if I’ve never heard of the author. Whether I love the book or hate it does not matter either. If a book belongs to me, it will belong to me forever. Until I die. When I do, it’ll be buried with me.