Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Winnie Years by Lauren Myracle book review!

The Winnie Years is kind of a guilty pleasure series for me. I don't usually admit to reading it mainly because it's a part of the chick-lit category on Goodreads. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate chick-lit. I don't. I just don't associate my bookshelf with that category and therefore am not proud of it.

Forget about my picky genre, the Winnie years was a series of books I started when I was younger and finished in my mid-tweens. I kind of cheated, though; I read Twelve first.

Here is the correct chronology:

Ten (although it was written after the rest)
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Thirteen Plus One

I read Twelve and liked it a lot. The book was not typically written but did have the same key elements as Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret. This book helped me a lot during my 'Winnie Years'.

Then I read Eleven. I was kind of disappointed. The previously hilarious Winnifred Perry was replaced by a young, awkward, slightly rude Winnifred. I didn't really like her in this book. Maybe it was just her age, maybe not. She kind of ruined the book for me.

After being slightly disappointed with Eleven, I was really pumped up for Thirteen. I did like Twelve better, though, because it addressed more of my issues and Thirteen  was a little too cliche for my taste. But it got the job done.

In Thirteen Plus One Winnie is a much more mature young lady with a boyfriend. She deals with real relationship issues and is much more respectful. However, I didn't care for the lingo Myracle wrote in, i.e. awesometabulous.

The books are really good if you are young enough to enjoy them. I still read them from time to time if I ever have an issue that Ms. Myracle needs to solve!

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Start out with Ten!

Monday, July 30, 2012

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart book review!

This may sound really OCD, but I absolutely love the cover of this book. I love sending letters and receiving them and the basset hound seal really ties it together. Plus I love the color blue. :)

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But, the cover does not make the book. Luckily, I really enjoyed it.

The book follows Frankie Landau-Banks (shocker, I know) on her secretive adventures as she spies on her boyfriend and his all-male secret society. Sounds sneaky.

This book has femininity written all across it. The great thing about it is that it's none of that whiny crap a lot of books have these days. What I love about Frankie is that she takes action. I feel like a lot of girl heroines are missing that these days.

Another thing I love is that all this is happening while Frankie is at school. However, unlike most books, the lessons aren't thrown away; they play a real part in the story. I also felt really studious while reading it and liked how Frankie balanced her high-school love life while passing her classes.

I really love this book. Her boyfriend, Matthew, is quite irksome to me, personally. Frankly, even Frankie thinks so. I don't think his 'couldn't-care-less' attitude and the way he looked down to Frankie.

The setting was also a plus for me. I like how the action takes place in school rather than the actually story happening after-hours and on weekends and holidays. Such an amazing book! :) I will definitely read more of E. Lockhart!

That being said, the book was extremely funny, extremely motivating, and extremely elusive...

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Sunday, July 29, 2012

The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler book review!

Daniel Handler (AKA, Lemony Snicket) is a great writer. Let me just start out with that. He's extremely funny and sarcastic and has surprisingly crude humor. The Basic Eight was his first novel. Don't get me wrong, this book did not disappoint. Hear me out.

I originally heard about this book from a YouTuber named Whitney Milam (http://www.youtube.com/user/whitneyleemilam). She claimed it was a knockout, however, I didn't encounter that at all.

First of all, if you are not familiar with the consequences of absinthe, I don't recommend you read this. It contains a lot of absinthe-induced weirdness. Second, if you are squeamish, don't read it. Third, if you are under the age of 14, don't read it.

This book was chock-full of inappropriateness, not that I particularly minded. I just want to supply you with a precaution.

Not to mention, the very vivid murder and other suggestive scenes. Some were definitely cringe-worthy.

Now, the story: the story is told by high-school senior Flannery Culp. Her love of writing and literature is definitely embedded in her 'voice'. She conspires with a group of her friends ( and her current target, Adam State) where they host garden parties, drink wine, and absinthe it up. Things start to finally pick up when Adam State starts dating her friend. This eventually leads to Adam's death. But Flannery can't be the culprit. Could she?

The narrative switches between past tense ( it's in journal form) and present tense ( the allegations or Flannery).

Overall, you can't go wrong with this book. But, I'm not going to recommend it. Why? I thought the plot was a little confusing and was really confused about all of the Natasha scenes.

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Writing Advice-Being Afraid


Okay, maybe a brief intro. So I began writing when I was 11, mostly essays, articles, summaries, letters, basic 6th grade writing assignments. At first, I wasn’t great. In fact, I sucked. But then my writing teacher brought me out of my logical shell and into a completely different one. A creative shell. But this shell only traveled as far as the page limit did.  I was limited. I felt confined, but I was safe. And, for that, I was happy.


            I began writing poetry, little stories. Nothing major, I wasn’t really an established author at that time. But it was fun.


            Then, in seventh grade, my English teacher had us do the basics. It was fun, I had more creative freedom this time and I was less safe. It wasn’t as formulaic as 6th grade.


            Sometime over the winter break that year, I started writing my first ever story.  And it was fun. During that time, I had composed several short stories. One of them I showed to my friends.


            Now I’m not really the type of person who waves their banner in someone else’s face. Maybe I was proud, maybe I was excited, maybe I was relieved, maybe I was desperate. Whatever the reason, I showed it to my buds.


            The results? Well, technically it was intended to be a birthday present for my friend. I don’t think she loved it, but she obviously didn’t hate it. It wasn’t horrible at all. Then, my other friends read it. Some of them liked it. Some of them didn’t.


            Well, it seems I’ve left out a big part of this story. It was a horror story. Only about 4 pages long, but it was kind of scary. Not like a Stephen King novel but you get the idea.


            The friends who didn’t like it said that it was too creepy for them.


            When I heard this, of course I played it off like I didn’t care. But I did. I really did.


            It made its way inside of me and began eating its way down into my soul, then to my core.


            It hurt. I’m not going to lie.


            After months and months after showing my friends, I decided that my story was just no good. That’s it. That’s why they didn’t like it. It was all my fault.


            I contemplated my mental state for weeks after that. How could someone as seemingly ordinary as me compose such a grueling story?


            How I wish I could go back in time to tell myself what I know now. It would have saved me a lot of heartache. Don’t you ever wish you could stop worrying?





            Well, what I learned is—I happened to have done a very good job. I thought I was this evil person lurking in this twelve-year-old body. But I was merely a well-taught author. Here’s how.


            The friends who called it creepy acted like it was a bad thing. And maybe it was for them. But, for me, it was exactly what I wanted. Wasn’t it?         


            I mean, wasn’t that the whole point? To scare the crap out of someone? And in all honesty, this story really wasn’t scary. It was pretty dry. But, nevertheless, I had accomplished the goal hadn’t I?  Well, then why did I feel so bad for scaring her?


            The answer is this: all authors, composers/ artists/ musicians/ etc do this. After each presented work, you prime your mind with this type of paint, called failure. You know that someone somewhere is going to hate it. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Except sit, watch, and cry.


            I think the psychology aspect of it is that society nowadays is striving always for selflessness. This translates into: they didn’t like my story/ painting/ drawing/ song/ etc, so it must be my fault. I didn’t put forth my best effort to make it work for them. And for that, I should be punished.


            No, you shouldn’t. Everyone’s vision is different. If someone doesn’t want to read a scary story, they shouldn’t check one out. And that’s something you can’t control. You’ll just have to leave it to the reader. If someone doesn’t approve of the genre you write in—screw them. They obviously aren’t as brave as you.





            Don’t be afraid—that’s your reader’s job.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Divergent by Veronica Roth book review!

I think it's only fair to start my book reviews with my favorite above all books right now.

It's name is.....Divergent!

In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago world, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.

During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris, and struggles alongside her fellow initiates to live out the choice they have made. Together, they must undergo extreme physical tests of endurance and intense psychological simulations, some with devastating consequences. As initiation transforms them all, Tris must determine who her friends really are—and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes-fascinating, sometimes-exasperating boy fits into the life she’s chosen. But Tris also has a secret: one she’s kept hidden from everyone, because she’s been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers unrest and growing conflict that threatens to unravel her seemingly-perfect society, she also learns that her secret might be what helps her save those she loves . . . or it might be what destroys her.


(Source is Veronica Roth's official website: http://veronicarothbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/divergent-cover-and-summary.html
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I'm proud to say that I was one of the many lucky readers who discovered it (well, actually my mom discovered it) before it became really famous.

But biased I am not. This book is completely worth everyone's valuable time and gets exponentially better every time I have read it (that's three times)!

You know that horrible feeling when a book that has been visible to the media for a while and has an enormous fan-base is completely bland and boring in the beginning of the book when the real story begins 3/4 into the book? Ok, forget that. Throw all those negative expectations in the trashcan (or recycle, let's be green)! The book punches you in the face from the get-go. Thirty pages in, there was never a dull moment.

Let me tell you, if I had any doubts about this book during the aptitude tests, all that was demolished in the train-jumping scenes and Stage One of Initiation. My heart pounded during every single chapter and I hurt ( was physically in pain) when I had to put the book down to eat or shower.

I read the book while on summer vacation last year and it really made my week! My parents are living, breathing truth that when you tear someone away from their baby ( AKA, this book), they get incredibley grouchy.

Please pick up this book. Just please. You won't regret it. It has some intense fighting scenes, really powerful romance, and interesting psychological tests.

P.S. There's a guy named Four.



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