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…Beautiful Creatures…when beautiful is too strong a word

When I first heard the title of Beautiful Creatures, bring praised by one of my English teachers, it sounded lovely. Surely such a title deserves a story about another race, imbued with magic and mystical adventures in a place not like our own. You can imagine my disappointment when what I found within that enticing cover was just a story about a witch (ahem, sorry. Caster) who falls in love with a human and who may or may not turn evil on her sixteenth birthday.

Don’t get me wrong, the book was perfectly fine. It read well, and mostly kept my attention. I even cared about the characters a bit.

And then came the movie…

And it was fine. (But fine is such a terrible word)

It was mediocre. It could have been so much better than it was, and it had so much potential. It was just eh.

This nice little ramble was prompted by my mother’s desire to watch the movie tonight, and then pointing out all the glaring ways in which the movie differs from the book (which were already poking me in the eye).

Eh. I’m not even passionate enough to be disappointing. I just can’t quite bring myself to care, and that is the death of any story, be it book, movie, or interpretive dance.

So I shall bring this little rant to an end because, honestly, I don’t care enough to keep typing.

Goodnight all.


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How To Read More — A Lot More | Thought Catalog

So this is a blog post one of my teachers posted to Facebook, and I like it. 🙂 Except for the library part because, as much as I’d love to think I could just decide money isn’t an issue when I see a book I want, it it an issue. Broke college kids can’t always buy everything, so I enjoy my library card quite nicely thank you very much. 😀

How To Read More — A Lot More | Thought Catalog.

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Scarlet… and UGH I have to WAIT for the third one?!?

Ladies and gentlemen, I may have found a new favorite series to add to my list of AWESOME books that keep me up all night reading. And that my friends, is the Lunar Chronicles.Scarlet_final_USA-Today-e1341988389106I finished Scarlet, the second book in the Lunar Chronicles, yesterday, immediately after reading Cinder (the first book), and now I can’t. stop. thinking. about. it.

The characters pull you in, the stories are exciting, and Meyer did an excellent job of bringing in new characters without losing sight of the ones I already cared about.

My only complaint was that, for Cinder and Iko anyway, the story is a lot of running and waiting. It didn’t really feel like a whole story, but Meyer makes up for this by introducing us to Scarlet and Wolf (Little Red anyone?), and filling their story with excitement, betrayal, and a hint of romance.

I simply love the way Meyer has taken two fabulous fairy tales, and twisted them, molded them, to create beautiful unique stories. LOVE LOVE LOVE

And now, as the rain beats down on the roof of my house (so incredibly lovely and soothing) I’m going to turn my attention to Free Four by Veronica Roth, which is a short story in the world of Divergent.

side note: I only today found out that Allegiant, the third book in the Divergent series is out!! How did I miss this and when can I afford to buy it!!!!

Happy reading everybody. That is all 😀

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Cinder is weird and twisted and fabulous

Cinder by Marissa Meyer

Last night I was up past 3am, which for me, is just plain weird. The only things that could possibly keep me up past 3am are, say, a fight with my boyfriend, a caffeine binge that hasn’t left my system yet, perhaps a sleepover, or (most often) an amazing, fabulous, can’t-keep-my-hands-off-it book!

And last night it was…you guessed it, a book!

Cinder by Marissa Meyer sort of rocked my world, and my sleep schedule.

So I’m sitting on my bed, everyone else in the house has JUST gone to bed, it’s certainly sometime around midnight, when my boyfriend texts me to make sure I’m sill alive because I’ve been off the grid for three hours….and suddenly its 3am. Just like that.

And I wasn’t even mad.

Cinder tricked me. The name, and the prince, and the shoe on the cover make you think this will be just a cutesy Cinderella-story spin off. I love fairy tale spin offs and remakes because they are cute, easy to read, fun. Cinder blew my mind.

Now I must give a spoiler alert, because I feel a excited rambling coming on and I fear I will not be able to keep the secrets of the book, but I promise not to spoil anything too huge.

Cinder is Cinderella only in a futuristic world where she likes one of her stepsisters, she has an android buddy named Iko, and she happens to be a cyborg mechanic. Not a mechanic for cyborgs, but a cyborg that is a mechanic.

Set in futuristic China (now called the Commonwealth) after World War IV , Cinder follows Cinder, a cyborg living in the home of Adri, a fairly poor woman who blames Cinder for the death of her husband and only uses Cinder to work to pay the bills.

The crowned Prince of the Commonwealth, Prince Kai, shows up at Cinder’s work booth asking her to fix his android, and Cinder hides that she is a cyborg, knowing that, to most people, her mechanical parts made her a second class citizen.

When Cinder’s stepsister Peony contracts the deadly plague, Adri donates Cinder to the palace’s plague research program, condemning her to death.

And that’s when things really start to heat up. In a whirlwind of mystery and excitement Cinder discovers her true nature and that she is truly valuable, all the while meeting Prince Kai every few chapters for an awkward, adorable, flirtatious interlude.

The entire thing was lovely, and I simply cannot wait to read the next book, Scarlet.

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Summer Reading List {updated once again} :D

a running list of the books I plan to read this summer in no particular order:
  1. Outpost (Enclave #2) by Ann Aguirre
    summer reading, Outpost, Shannon Adams, Sharing Stories
    Outpost by Ann Aguirre
  2. Pandemonium (Delirium #2) by Lauren Oliver -I have this one in my possession, but so far the first few pages haven’t caught me… we shall see how long it takes me to get really grabbed by these great characters again.
    Delirium cover by Lauren Oliver
    Delirium cover by Lauren Oliver
  3. Reqium (Delirium #3) by Lauren Oliver
  4. End the Fed by Ron Paul- the boyfriend has added this one to my list. I’m under duress.
  5. Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr- also waiting for me!
  6. Dark Life by Kat Falls- on rent from the library! Gotta read this one soon.
  7. Partials by Dan Wells
    Cover of "The Bar Code Tattoo"
    Cover of The Bar Code Tattoo
  8. The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch
  9. The Bar Code Tattoo by Suzanne Wey
  10. Unwholly by Neal Shusterman- I. Am. Dying. to get my hands on this one. I LOVED Unwind, the first in this series.
  11. Reached by Ally Condie (and the two before this, Matched and Crossed)
  12. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Larsson -Highly recommended by one of my best friends
  13. Obsidian (Lux #1) by Jennifer L. Armentrout
  14. Unearthly (Unearthly #1) by Cynthia Hand
  15. Allegiant by Veronica Roth
  16. >

Books I’ve read this summer (I think there are more, but I can’t remember…)

  1. Delirium by Lauren Oliver- AWESOME. I am having serious withdrawals. Must get the second one immediately.
  2. Enclave by Ann Aguirre- finished! Loved it!
  3. Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire
  4. Easy by Tammara Webber
  5. Cinder by Marissa Meyer – first book to keep me up to 3am this summer!
  • Scarlet by Marissa Meyer- the second in the Cinder series
  • I’ll update as I fall in love with new series! Any recommendations would be more than welcome!

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    days like these


    I am a writer. A student. A daughter, a girlfriend, a creator, an agnostic, a waiter, a reader, a crier, a hugger… I have a past and a future. There are some memories that make me very sad, and many more that make me happy. I like having a project (like a blog), and hate being idle for more than a few days. I have pretty low self confidence. I love the rain. I love coffee. I’m awkward. I have very few true friends, but my best friend in the world takes care of me and tells me he loves me every day. I have a wonderful family. I am creative, smart, and occasionally beautiful.

    Every day I wake up. I breathe, I eat, I shower, I sleep, I talk, I write, I read…

    I sit on my butt on my couch, I think of reasons to be depressed, and [usually] I override those reasons by remembering all the happy things, all the love that fills my life. But sometimes, like today, my mind keeps circling those sad spaces, sometimes, like this week, I have a tough time pulling myself up out of the dark places. On those days, these weeks, I sink for a while.

    I sink until something inside me clicks, and I realize I don’t want to sink. That’s usually when I get on the treadmill, or start a new diet, or call my best friend, or start a good book, but today I’m writing  this. I writing this so that all of you know me a little better, get a glimpse into me. Next I’ll get on the treadmill or start that book… but right now, it feels good to have my fingers to the keyboard. 

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    The Forbidden Road, part 1


    ” There was an epic battle waging between my desire and my will, and I was the only one aware of it. I did not know if, had there been others around they would have noticed, but as it was no one knew because I was entirely alone.

    My desire wanted desperately for me to look over my shoulder and absorb every detail of the home that I knew I would never see again, but my will knew that if I turned all I would see was ash and destruction. That sight would send me to my knees.

    My will won, and I walked on.

    I watched the trees slide past as I walked dazedly down the Road. At first I tried not to look down. Just the sight of my own feet on this forbidden territory was terrifying, almost as scary as the sight of my demolished home.

    It reminded me of when I’d crouched, out of sight, and watched as Gabe sprinted across this stretch of the Road, disappearing into the trees forever. He hadn’t known I was watching.

    In my mind I remembered Gabe as he’d appeared then, bidding me goodbye, eyelashes casting long shadows on his strong cheek bones.

    “Annie,” his familiar whisper drifted through the window of my living room. I sat weaving, my mother in the next room.

    I felt the smile play across my lips, but I didn’t look up, or show that I’d heard him. I rose slowly, calling to my mother that I was stepping out for some air. Our house got unbearable stuffy in the summer, even with the windows thrown wide, and I frequently made up excuses to step outside where the breeze could reach me.

    The second my foot touched the ground outside he yanked me around the corner. Taking cover in the shadows between our two houses, he touched his lips to mine.

    “Annie, I have something to tell you.” His expression said it all, I should have known. Gabe had always been one for fairytales.

    But I was clueless, tipping up on my toes happily to peck his lips again. “Hmm?”

    He grasped the tops of my arms, pushing me down firmly, looking me in the eyes.

    “I’m leaving.”

    I could still hear his voice speak those two words, those two earth-shattering words.

    He tried to convince me to come with him, but I was foolish and scared. He eventually left me, expressionless, in shock, with a kiss goodbye.

    “If anything happens Annie, go south. South on the Road.”

    He’d been afraid for me when he’d left. I’d thought him foolish and I was heartbroken that he would leave for a fairytale. Now I know he was the only one of us who saw. I’d begged him not to go, never imagining I’d one day find myself doing as he’d told me. Heading south on the Road to the Society. “

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