I have officially decided to take part in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)! If you don’t know what that is, or you do and you desperately want to sign up now, check it out here.
The idea of NaNoWriMo is to write 2,000 words a day for a month. At the end of November you have a roughly novel sized chunk of words. Many use to it finally write that novel they’ve been dreaming about, and some use it to get back into the habit of writing every day. I’m doing both.
If you’ve been around my blog a while you may remember my short story The Forbidden Road. It’s about a girl leaving her destroyed village behind and venturing down a road that she has always been told is dangerous and forbidden. She has no where else to go.
The story has changed a lot since then. The name has changed a half dozen times, and our protagonist Annie now has a companion on her journey, Sarah. (note to self: come up with better name for Sarah) I’ve had a couple of writer moments mulling over this particular story. My first, and biggest, my first ever in fact, was when I realized that the character I wanted to be one of the love interests simply could not be. That character would not do it, no matter what I wanted. I love those moments. I love it when the characters take control.
And so here I sit, hoping and praying that my characters have enough life in them to take control for 2,000 words a day for a whole 25 days. I don’t expect 25,000 of the words I write in the upcoming book to make it into any form of a final draft that may come about. But I know that I have to get the wrong words out before the right ones will be able to make it down my arm and onto the paper.
So NaNoWriMo it is. Anyone with me?
So, as is obvious, I’m a book worm. I love to read fantasy,YA, romance, stories of magic… I love to read. But what may come as a surprise (though it shouldn’t) is that I love to reread. Sometimes I even reread books i didn’t particularly enjoy. Here’s why:
Books change as we grow.
I usually give a book a few months, maybe even years, before I pick it up again, but when i return to it, it is usually almost a different story. I have changed so much in the months or years that have passed since the book and I last met that the story holds completely new meaning for me.
Now this may all seem a bit abstract, so I’ll give the example that sparked this little rant. I recently reread Graceling by Kristen Cashore. (there shall be spoilers, so…. be warned.)
I’m not sure how many times I’ve read Graceling now, and I’ve read it’s companion books Fire and Bitterblue countless times as well (Fire is my favorite), but each time that I read Graceling it grows a little bit for me.
I first read Graceling when I was about 15. I loved it. It is adventurous and beautiful, with a strong female protagonist and a dashing lead male.It’s romantic and daring and wonderful. The love scene struck me as wonderfully willing to leave cultural stigma behind, and Prince Po is refreshingly willing to be emasculated (that came off wrong) What I mean is, he isn’t a dick when Katsa can hunt and he can’t. That being said, the ending bothered me. Why couldn’t Katsa just settle down, marry Po, and have his beautiful grey eyed babies?! Why did she have to be so stubborn and independent? I did not see why she thought tying herself to Po, who cherished her, would compromise her own self. My fifteen year old heart was all aflutter.I would have married him in a heartbeat. I still would. But that’s not the point of the story.
This time I saw it more than I ever had before. Katsa was not just exciting and daring, she was beautiful, and she made me think about what it means to be feminine and how gender roles effect girls as they grow. Po is still dashing (and now sexy) and he still endearingly lacks an ego, but it means more to me now. Po is strong and willful, used to being the best and the fastest, and Katsa’s superior skill does not bother him int he least. He treasures it. I think that’s beautiful. I’ve now had a bit more experience with love and relationships, and Katsa’s and Po’s love is truly meaningful to me. Lastly, the end is no longer sad. While Katsa does not make the same choices that I would, that’s okay. She is strong an independent, almost to a fault. She needs to feel completely free, which is beautiful in its own way, and she is not simply leaving Po to be alone. She is leaving him to do good int he world. She still loves him,and she will see him again.
So really, what I guess I’m saying is, if you haven’t read Graceling :read it
and if you have? reread it.
Unwind (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Because these two books are WONDERFUL. I LOVED Unwind when I read it in high school…twice, and I just finished Unwholly. Shusterman creates these beautiful characters who draw me in and pluck my heartstrings and keep me up until the wee hours of the night.
In a world where the solution to the controversy of abortion is the ability to unwind, meaning to surgically dismantle while technically keeping all of your parts alive, unwanted children between the ages of 13 and 18, AWOLS are kids who escaped after their parents signed the unwind orders.
Connor is awesome. Risa is…just beautiful. Lev is complicated and surprisingly young, and Cam…. Cam is a new, confusing, enrapturing character I can’t get enough of. I NEED the next book. SO MUCH!
- Unwind by Neal Shusterman (thebeabibliophile.wordpress.com)
- Unwind by Neal Shusterman (chey560.wordpress.com)
- Unwind Review (eyehavealotoffeelings.wordpress.com)
- Wind-Up Kids (thebookfix.wordpress.com)
- Summer’s over D: (sharingstorieswithshannon.wordpress.com)
- “You see yourse… (thewaragainstreality.wordpress.com)
Oct 13: The Forest of Hands and Teeth (Photo credit: andtara)
I’m sorry I’ve been MIA. There have been several last minute trips, projects, and summer activities for me to attend to, so my blogging fell down my list of priorities. (I’m sorry, but there were roller coasters involved…. I love roller coasters.)
But regardless of my temporary lapse in prioritizing goodness, I’m here now!
And boy do I have some books and stuff to tell you about!
Let me begin by saying that I am a chicken…. a big baby when it comes to horror stories.
So in high school, maybe three years ago, I read The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan, which is about a girl named Mary and her friends who live in the future, after society has fallen, in a time when the Unconsecrated (who are basically zombies) roam the earth. Mary is always told that her village is the only surviving town, that the rest of the world is filled only with Unconsecrated and the Forest.
Through a series of exciting and terrifying events Mary’s village is breached, and she and her friends end up on secret paths lined with chain link that lead through the Forest.
This book horrified me. Really. There were nightmares…but it was also really well written and completely engrossing. So much so that this summer, when the nightmares finally subsided (just kidding…mostly), I decided to pick up the second book in Ryan’s series, The Dead-Tossed Waves.
This one is from the perspective of Gabry, Mary’s daughter, who lives in Vista, a small town on the shore and one of the few remaining human settlements. When Gabry agrees to jump the fence that surrounds her town with a group of friends to explore an abandoned amusement park, things go terribly wrong. A breaker, which is an Unconsecrated (or Mudo) who Returns when there aren’t any other Mudo around and so is much faster than a normal zombie guy, attacks them, shattering Gabry’s world.
Things happen. Big things. Important things. ‘Read it’ things.
Two days ago, lounging on the couch next to boyfriend at a very lovely little lake house, I finished the third and final book in the series. (good thing too because boyfriend was tired of being ignored 🙂 heehee)
I want more….
So what are you waiting for? Go! Read!