Wednesday, April 30, 2014


Zee End is here.

I know, I'm stretching it a bit. But why not? It's the last day of April and I want it to end as nicely as possible. Like I've been saying, crazy month. It's not likely to get back to normal anytime soon. I don't know how I'm going to enter May and start doing my regular-like posts: reviews, discussions, Life of a Blogger... I might be sporadic. For my own good. But I'll try not to be.

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end"
-Closing Time, Semisonic

I do want to start a couple of things, though. I mentioned my Versus "feature" a while back and I think I'm going to try it out soon. Just for the heck of it. I also hope to get in a joint review - me and a good friend of mine. The only one I can really talk to about books in person. She's great and I'd love to get her on here.

I also want to do something else. I'm not sure how well it's going to work, but I think it'll be fun.

I'm a big fan of quotes. Way back when, I actually included them in my reviews. Not so much anymore - lack of time. I used to write them down, look them up. It's another reason I love Goodreads. I haven't been into that lately, but quotes still stick with me. And I want to see if I can find a way to interact with you guys using quotes.

Kelly over at Effortlessly Reading has a cover guessing game. I kind of want to do a quote guessing game. It'd be a long-term thing because I hardly expect you to know where my quotes come from. And it's more for fun than for a prize for that reason. Think of it like a scavenger hunt, almost. I'll try to post quotes a bit more often. And every now and then I'll present a quote and you have to tell me where you think it's from. It won't be as hard as it sounds. For example. Look at the quote up above. And check out this next quote:

"You don't have to go home but you can't stay here"

Want to guess who it is or where it's from?

Hint: look up the last song or lyric. Check out the full lyrics.

Like I said, I don't know if it'll catch on or anything, but... I like quotes. So I might start that. And I might add on a giveaway to it. Just a heads up.

And now it's officially done!



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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

We're approaching the end, you guys. The end of April and the A to Z Challenge. I'm rather proud that I've made it this far. I'm appalled that I haven't visited more blogs, or commented very much. I attribute that to school, of course. But regardless, I've come this far. And I feel like that's a good sign. If I can make it through the A to Z Challenge, why, I can make it through anything. Blog-related. Haha.

This has certainly been a crazy month, filled with ups and downs, those darn surprises... It's been crazy and it's almost done. I have a bunch of testing ahead. A bunch of stress. But I've got a few things to look forward to - my family, my love, my friends, amazing book releases, etc.

So I'm almost there.

You're almost there.

What are you looking forward to?



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If you've read my last few posts, you'd know that the last week or so has been crazy. The month is almost over. I'm still stressed out because testing is coming up. But I feel a sense of... relief. One thing down, a million things to go. I don't know why I feel accomplished, but I think I do. It's probably a dangerous feeling. And I might have hell to pay for it later. But for now - 

X Marks the Spot

Here I am, determined to get through this somehow. Junior year is proving itself to be quite a hassle. I totally underestimated physics (haha, pun not intended). And English is merciless this year. I'm absolutely determined to get that A though. A B minus in English is BS. It hurts my grade consistency, first of all. And it's totally insulting. I may not be a particularly great writer. But I'm not that bad either. I know I tend to be a little more dramatic, but I can't help that. But I guess I have to.

(My sentences are not this fragmented in English class, I swear.)

X Marks the Spot

Right now, my X is the last day of school. I'm so eager to get this DONE. I'm almost there, I can just see the light at the end of the tunnel. The light that leads to the days where I wake up whenever I want. I'll try to be as productive as possible, but mostly I'm going to relax. Because life is short, and life before adulthood is shorter.


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An interview with me

Why didn't you use your real name?

There's something really mysterious and cool about not using your real name. I avoided it like the plague. That and my age. I started blogging pretty young and I thought I wouldn't be taken seriously if I revealed my real age.

Where did this name come from?
I like wolves.

Why do you like wolves?
Dude, they're cool.

When did you come up with the name?
Well, I had just turned 13 and I went a bit crazy making accounts - Facebook, Goodreads, and Blogger. I can't remember if I made up my Blogger or Goodreads account first. But basically I couldn't decide what to call myself, so I used it for both. I wanted to be slightly mysterious. And I really love wolves.

How did you come up with this blog?
Like I said, I was thirteen and a little account-happy. I found out you could make more than one blog on a Blogger account. So I made my "book" blog first. And then my writing blog (this one). I quickly abandoned my book blog in favor of this one.

Why did you favor this one?
I'm not really sure. I think it was the freedom. On the other blog, I felt like I could only talk about books. And here, I talk mostly about books, but there's a bunch of other stuff, too. Music, my personal writings, my personal life, questions, etc. 

Who is Woflie?
It's me, of course. But it's also a bit more than that. Wolfie is my voice, my opinion, a side of me I don't really reveal to others. I do talk about books with some people. Sometimes I mention the fact that I get books for free (won in contests, or for review), but other than that I avoid it. It's separate from my regular life. Wolfie is free in a way I am not. She is girl, of some age, out there in the blogosphere. She is a girl that talks about anything and everything and she loves it like that. She's everything I am, in a way that I'm not. It's weird, but that's how it is.


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Monday, April 28, 2014

Taken from Google


conformity to facts; accuracy.
"officials expressed doubts concerning the veracity of the story"

synonyms: truthfulness, truth, accuracy, correctness, faithfulness, fidelity; More
reputability, honesty, sincerity, trustworthiness, reliability, dependability, scrupulousness, ethics, morality, righteousness, virtuousness, decency, straightforwardness, goodness, probity

"we do not question the veracity of your story"

habitual truthfulness.
"voters should be concerned about his veracity and character"

Also known as a trait I don't attribute to many people. Least of all writers - particularly the amazing ones. Let's see if I can explain this one.

I don't consider myself a great writer. By any means. So feel free to disregard this completely.

But my point is this:

As a writer, there are a few great truths about human nature in general and certain types of people specifically. I think most people can agree with that. But being a writer, you tend to present those in a way that's realistic but not necessarily real. Does that make sense? When you're reading, say... Pride and Prejudice. Which has the very obvious themes of, well, pride and prejudice. Jane Austen sticks to the basic truths that people can be prideful and prejudiced to the point of blindness. But the story itself? Who is to say how true or real those characters are?

That's kind of my point. Hastily thought out that it is.

What do you think?


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If the title seems familiar, it's because it's from that song by Rihanna! And a whole bunch of other people. I'm not quite sure who the original is, so don't ask. Someday I'll look it up. I'll probably let you guys know.

Anyways! I'm frantically trying to hold myself together. If you saw my last post, I was freaking out because I lost my prohject. Good news is, it worked out. Bad news? My index finger and thumb have very limited mobility because, me being me, I burned myself with a soldering iron. If you don't know what that is, it's the thing you use to melt solder, which is the metal that's basically like glue for wires. Relatively low melting point. I say relatively because it hurts. A lot. I'm a girl, so I'm used to curling/flat iron burns... Yeah. It's not like that at all.

Back to the title of this post...

I have no idea how I made it through that project relatively intact. I thought for sure I was a goner on Wednesday. And somehow everything worked out. Everything literally went wrong for my little electric car. Stolen, wires ripped, gears not aligned correctly, can't find the right parts... Somehow it all worked out. Relatively speaking.

And I guess my whole point is: don't give up. Even if things seem REALLY bad. It might just work itself out. Although I can't say that works 100% of the time because plenty of other groups had to build an extra car tonight...



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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Welcome to one of my spontaneous observation posts! It's going to be quick because I have tons of stuff to do. But I need a little time to - relax and regroup. SO I am going to type this as fast as I possibly can (:

This week has been utter crap. Honestly. It started out fine, but Wednesday (yesterday) just ruined it all. Why? Well, I was studying for my APUSH test. Bummed because of my English grade, but determined to get as close to 100% as possible on my APUSH test. So I was studying, studying. Bell rings and I gather all my stuff and head off to my test. BUT WAIT.

I had a Starbucks bag with all my Physics project stuff. I didn't even notice it was missing until after first period was over. And by the time I made it over to the place I was studying - gone.

Needless to say, I had a bit of an emotional breakdown. Because I needed that finished and tested by Friday (tomorrow). Needless to say, I'm still amazingly stressed because I still need to get that project done somehow. But I needed a five-minute break to complain about my situation.

And now I'm going to back to work. Because this will all be over soon. Not soon enough. But soon.

Thanks for reading! Sorry for such a lame post :/


PS: I called this "Tests" because I think of this entire situation as a sort of personal test. A godawful one. But a test nevertheless.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Goodreads Summary

She has everything she's ever wanted. But not her memory...

When Chloe fell asleep in study hall, it was the middle of May. When she wakes up, snow is on the ground and she can't remember the last six months of her life.

Before, she'd been a mediocre student. Now, she's on track for valedictorian and being recruited by Ivy League schools. Before, she never had a chance with super jock Blake. Now he's her boyfriend. Before, she and Maggie were inseparable. Now her best friend won't speak to her.

What happened to her? Remembering the truth could be more dangerous than she knows...

(Mini) Review

This book had been in my sights for a long long time before I finally bought it. It was sort of impulsive. Part of my huge book splurge in December (Christmas money well spent, in my opinion). Sadly, it remained on my shelf for a few more months before I was finally able to pick it up again. But once I started, I couldn't put it down.

I'll admit it, Adam might have had something to do with it. But I don't know how you could possibly blame me for that. Because even though it seems like insta-love. It's NOT. She forgot six months of her life. It's obvious there's something between them now, but it's not like it started the second she woke up. Just saying. In case that turns you off.

That all being said, it's not heavy on the romance. I mean, it's there. But it's sort of another piece to the puzzle. This super confusing puzzle. A couple parts were obvious. Others shocked even me. Always a pleasant surprise when that happens. I appreciated it so much.

As for Chloe: I found myself sympathizing with her. Seriously, if any more cool female protagonists keep popping up, I may never be able to say that I hate them ever again. Because she was cool. Confused and in denial, sure, but that's understandable.

Overall, the characters drew me in and the mystery just kept me hooked. The feels this book gave me! I certainly recommend it. Pretty good stuff. Short, fast read. Totally enjoyable.

Rating: 4 stars

Recommendation: for those who love contemporary with some mystery and romance!


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Monday, April 21, 2014

Also known as something I don't  do anymore.

Way back when, I could say: sure, I own a lot of books. Sure, they're a lot of money. But it's worth it because I've read every book I own at least two or three times.

I've read my favorite book (Marley and Me) at least five times. I don't know the exact number because I'm in a constant state of rereading it. That's to say, I pick up where I left off and when I finish it, I almost immediately start it over. I have barely touched it since I started blogging again in September.  But I'm about halfway into it. And I'll pick it up again when I have time.

My second favorite book (The Art of Racing in the Rain), I've read at least twice. The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane has been read numerous times. The same with The Host. It's Kind of a Funny Story. Last summer I reread/skimmed the Gone series before reading Light.

With books I've reread too many times to count, there are parts I practically know by heart. With The Host, I skip the first two hundred or so pages EVERY TIME. One day I might actually reread that first part. But I found it so gosh darned boring the first time I said: never more!

Lately, I've been so busy that I haven't had time to reread anything. But I already have a mental list of books I'd love to reread when I do have time. Flawless (my third favorite book), is due for a reread. I started it about a month ago, but haven't gotten past the second chapter.

I want to reread the May Bird series. I want to skim/reread the Morganville Vampire series. Six Months Later, The Fault in Our Stars, Looking for Alaska, These Broken Stars... I wouldn't mind rereading any of those. There are also tons of ebooks I would like physical copies of. And if I ever get my hands on them, I'd love to reread them. Powered. Damselfly. Branded. To name a few.

Rereading is something I personally LOVE to do. In my opinion, that's how you know a book is worthwhile. It becomes a part of you. And I love that so much.

How about you? Do you reread/like to reread?



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Sunday, April 20, 2014

I've been debating whether or not to write this post for a while now. It originally came to me when I was first planning my A to Z posts. I've tried to come up with something else to replace it, but for whatever reason I couldn't think of anything. That's not to say that I'm convinced that's a good enough reason to post this anyways. But, well. Here I go.

Over a year ago, I met this guy. I'd known who he was, of course. He was the kind of person most people seemed to know for one reason or another. Back then, he was just a name to me. Paired with another name, of a girl I knew of but didn't know.

I met him officially in the beginning of my sophomore year. We had Spanish and PE together. I can't say what exactly got us talking to each other. We met randomly in the halls because I was with my friend when he walked by. He said hi to her and hugged her. Said hi to me and hugged me, even though I'm not sure he knew who I was back then.

Anyways, after that encounter, we started talking somehow. Random small talk here and there. Mostly in Spanish class because he sat behind me. (And chatting with a guy in PE is just wrong on so many levels.) Sometime in November I got his number and we started texting. Not very consistently, but he would reply eventually. Sometimes he would text me first. He called me once - totally random five minute phone call, if that.

The thing that started it all, though, was some random day at 11:11 am. I don't know if you know, but  11:11 is the time people make wishes. Whether it's only pm, or am works, too, I cannot say. I'm convinced it's only pm that works because the one wish I know that was made at 11:11 am - well I'll get to that.

On that day, he told me to make a wish. I refused, saying I didn't know what to wish for. He said, fine. I'll make one for you. I waited a while and asked him what he wished for. He refused to tell me.

For the longest time he refused to tell me. I would keep asking, but to no avail.

In December I finally got my answer. Apparently it was something about how my boyfriend was lucky to have me and he hoped he and I could be friends for a long time.

He never said it out loud, so I'm convinced it's because this wish was made at 11:11 am. Needless to say, our friendship did not last long.

I got him to admit that he had feelings for me, and I confessed that I probably liked him more than I should. But it was pretty clear nothing would happen - I had/have a boyfriend. And he got over me soon anyways. I had hoped everything could go back to normal. But something had changed. For me, it was the fact that my boyfriend didn't exactly trust me. I never did anything, but I guess he thought I would. Make of that what you will.

But my friend and I basically stopped talking after that. Sure, every now and then. Once I even thought we could go back to talking during Spanish class. But the teacher decided to move us all around, so there was another thing keeping us from talking.

This was a over a year ago. More recently, he got a girlfriend that he's still with. He refuses to reply to my texts. Mostly ignores me in person. Except for a few times where he basically forced small talk out of me. Needless to say, I was rather uncomfortable. Who is he to decide when we should and shouldn't talk?

There's plenty of other stuff that I won't get into here. Point being is that he's caused a little too much drama for my taste. But I still find myself missing him. Because I thought we could be friends, you know? Not even best friends, or anything. Just close enough for him to tell me when he gets a freakin girlfriend, or that he may or may not want to break up with her. Is that too much? I'm asking for too much.

Truth is, I loved having a guy friend that was just a friend. For a while that was my boyfriend. We were friends for a while before he asked me out. And don't get me wrong, I love him. He's still my best friend. I wasn't hoping for anything like that ever again. But this guy... I wouldn't have minded something similar, you know?

Anyways. My boyfriend doesn't like hearing about him, for obvious reasons. Therefore my rant is here. And if you've made it this far, congrats!

Sorry for the long post.

Have a nice day you guys!


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Friday, April 18, 2014

Prisoner of Night and Fog (Prisoner of Night and Fog #1)  
by Anne Blankman
416 pages
Publisher: Balzer + Bray/HarperCollins
Release Date: April 22nd 2014


In 1930s Munich, danger lurks behind dark corners, and secrets are buried deep within the city. But Gretchen Müller, who grew up in the National Socialist Party under the wing of her "uncle" Dolf, has been shielded from that side of society ever since her father traded his life for Dolf's, and Gretchen is his favorite, his pet.

Uncle Dolf is none other than Adolf Hitler.

And Gretchen follows his every command.

Until she meets a fearless and handsome young Jewish reporter named Daniel Cohen. Gretchen should despise Daniel, yet she can't stop herself from listening to his story: that her father, the adored Nazi martyr, was actually murdered by an unknown comrade. She also can't help the fierce attraction brewing between them, despite everything she's been taught to believe about Jews.

As Gretchen investigates the very people she's always considered friends, she must decide where her loyalties lie. Will she choose the safety of her former life as a Nazi darling, or will she dare to dig up the truth—even if it could get her and Daniel killed?

From debut author Anne Blankman comes this harrowing and evocative story about an ordinary girl faced with the extraordinary decision to give up everything she's ever believed . . . and to trust her own heart instead.

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This book combines two of my favorite things - fiction and history. And it had World War II history at that. So I was already pretty excited to read this. I was not disappointed.

1. Characters
Gretchen. The main female protagonist. Common enough in YA, but if you know me, you know it's a hit or miss most of the time. I think this was a hit. I was thrown off by the third person point of view at first. But once I got into, I was INTO it. I thought Gretchen was totally believable. While she had her faults, I understood. I don't think there were any moments where I was pissed off at her. Which is quite an accomplishment. I loved her desire to learn the truth, and the way she handled herself in dangerous situations.
Daniel. The Jew who opens up her eyes. Brave reporter? I think that's an understatement. He's do just about ANYTHING to get the story. Very admirable, but definitely dangerous. I did love him though. I was shipping him and Gretchen from the beginning. I mean seriously. I couldn't help it.

2. Plot
This is not a love story. Daniel's part is actually more fact-seeking than romantic. He helps Gretchen out because he needs the info for his story. So he helped move the story along. Very fast-paced. Very dangerous. So amazing. I loved every second.
Most of the plot does revolve around the mystery of her father's death. But there's side plots with the Final Solution (though it never calls it that in the book) and Geli. Hitler is obviously everywhere. Speaking of...

3. Psychology
Mainly involving Hitler and Gretchen's brother. This is something I personally love because HELLO. How is it not interesting learning about how/why people think? Hint: it is interesting. To me. So I loved reading about the whole diagnosis thing. I won't give anything away!

4. World War II
Ah yes. The other half of the historical fiction. Also know as: the other part I loved! Now, I'm no expert with German or WWII. But I loved how she handled the subjects. Plus, in the back, she had a little section detailing the events that inspired the novel. So that was fun. It gave you some more perspective and an idea of how she changed it to fit her plot/character additions.

Overall, I loved this. Fast-paced. Good history. Awesome how she made her plot and real events work. So! I recommend. And I'm so glad there's more. Can't wait for the next book!

Rating: 4 stars

Recommendation: for those who love historical fiction. And WWII stuff

"Debut novelist Blankman’s account of life in Munich prior to Hitler’s 1933 elevation to the chancellorship is completely engrossing....Blankman creates riveting tension for her heroine and pulls readers through with an irresistible subplot featuring forbidden love."
-- Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"I'm in awed envy of the daring with which Anne Blankman plunges into her difficult and sensitive subject matter. To read Prisoner of Night and Fog is to be immersed in a breathtaking evocation of Munich in the 1930s, where life is ordinary and skin-crawling by turns, and in the painful, hopeful story of one young girl's awakening conscience. It’s terrifying and incredible to think how much of this story is true."
-- Elizabeth Wein, award-winning author of Code Name Verity

"Prisoner of Night and Fog seamlessly blends the fascinating, terrifying facts of Hitler's rise to power with a gripping murder mystery. Gretchen is a brave and believable protagonist, and readers will become engrossed in her struggle to uncover the truth. I can't wait for the sequel."
-- Michelle Cooper, award-winning author of the Montmaray Journal series

"Prisoner of Night and Fog is a nail-biting visit to Adolf Hitler's inner circle in the early days of the Nazi party's rise to power. Gretchen Müller's reluctant transformation from star-struck protege to clear-eyed "race traitor" is poignant and believable, while the echoing tramp of jackboots grows louder and louder through the streets of old Munich."
-- Jennifer Armstrong, coauthor of In My Hands: Memories of a Holocaust Rescuer (with Irene Gut Opdyke)

Anne Blankman may have been meant to be a writer because her parents named her for Anne of Green Gables. She grew up in an old house with gables (gray, unfortunately) in upstate New York. When she wasn't writing or reading, she was rowing on the crew team, taking ballet lessons, fencing and swimming. She graduated from Union College with degrees in English and history, which comes in handy when she writes historical fiction.

After earning a master's degree in information science, Anne began working as a youth services librarian. Currently, she lives in southeastern Virginia with her family. When she's not writing young adult fiction, she's playing with her daughter, training for races with her husband, working at her amazing library branch, learning to knit (badly), and reading.

Anne Blankman is the author of PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG, the first in a three-book deal slated for publication in spring 2014 from Balzer + Bray | HarperCollins. She is represented by Tracey Adams of Adams Literary.

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

More specifically, the law office I work at.

Yeah, you read that right. I'm seventeen and working at a law office. Admittedly, I just file and type, organize stuff, print stuff, fax stuff, etc. I learned how to use a typewriter. I learned what a bunch of different documents are for. And I learn a little bit more about people every time I hear the lawyer talk to her clients.

People are crazy. They do crazy things. Or know people who do crazy things. I don't want to get into any specifics. Just in case someone is reading this. Because you can never be too sure.

But I will say that every day I go in is something new. The lawyer I work for specializes in family law. So I get to see how messy the divorces and custody issues get. It's not fun. And I'm just filing the paperwork for it. I can't even imagine having to be either of the spouses, or the children caught in the middle.

I'll admit to being nosy, but it's in the pursuit of knowledge I swear.

As a writer, this stuff is gold. Obviously, I'm not getting the full story. Or even full exposure to the case. But the tidbits I do get? My imagination goes crazy. And I love it.

My parents insist I'm lucky because I work in an office. As opposed to being a waitress, or doing anything in the food business. As opposed to working in retail. As opposed to manual labor - although I insist that I sometimes have to move around boxes. And let me tell you - a decent sized box filled with paper can be pretty heavy. Especially when it's on the top shelf and you're the height of the average American woman.

But I'll admit it's nothing like actual physical labor. So yes, I am very lucky. My boss is pretty great, probably because she only has two workers. So she can be friendly and comfortable with us.

Whether I really want to go into law or not is something I will not address here :D


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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

As a writer, and as a weirdo in general, I feel like this is a legitimate subject.

Why do I feel like this?

Because as a weirdo, I do weird things in an attempt to see how people react. Do I get weird looks? A surprised chuckle? Do I get slapped across the face?

The latter has never happened, maybe because I'm a girl. But the point remains. If I ever do something that warrants a slap across the face, I'd be interested to know why what I said or did would illicit such a response.

Fancy way of saying: why do people do what they do? How do they react to certain things?

Both of which are things I wonder on a daily basis. Because inside my heart is a little writer, clacking away on a typewriter because he/she is vintage like that. (Call me crazy, because I think typewriters are cool. Just goes to show you. I am young and clearly don't know the hassle of having to rely only on a typewriter.)

So the typewriter in me loves nonsense. Because you never really know a person until you know how they react to your nonsense.

What do I mean by nonsense?

It's pretty broad. It could be wondering aloud about a general uncomfortable topic. It could be making weird faces, make whale noises, skipping randomly, singing loud and off-key.

You get the idea?

So tell me: how do you deal with nonsense? What do you think qualifies as nonsense? Is this post nonsense?


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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

This seems to be another issue nowadays. The reason I find this remotely significant is because out loud, I am against mandatory reading. Because why should anybody tell me what I have to read? And all that nonsense.

But I secretly like it. I have no problem with having to read certain books for classes. Usually it's English class. But if my history teacher decided we should all read such-and-such. I wouldn't mind. In fact, I'd probably be thrilled. Right after I freak out about when I'll ever find the time to read it, anyways.

But back to the whole English thing - whenever a book gets assigned, people complain. I get that I'm one of the few who genuinely loves reading, and reading anything and everything. I get that I'm not as picky as most. I'm easily entertained blah blah blah.

But the alternative is no reading, and it looks like public education is trying to do just that. There has been talk at my school about getting rid of the "literature" part of English. So no mandatory reading, where the whole class reads the same book and discusses it.

And I'm thinking: what the heck? Why is that even an option? I know I'm being rather unsophisticated for saying this, but I think it's ridiculous.  People (well, readers) complain about how they regret not reading more classics. Hell, I regret not reading more classics. And I hate thinking that someday, people might not be reading any classics.

That is not to say that I love all classics. Or that they are all good. Or that they should all be read. I'm just saying - don't take that opportunity away from students.

I know people who hated Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. Two of my favorite classics. A bit girly, I have to admit. But I liked them. A lot. I'm glad I read them in class, because I would never have come up with a good enough excuse to buy my own copies.

I didn't love The Great Gatsby at first. Then my history teacher talked about it for less than five minutes during a lecture on the 1920's. And suddenly I had a new appreciation for it. I hardly love it. But I understand it. Whereas in my English class, I passed a test on it, not even knowing what the point of it was.

So maybe I'm an oddball, at least among my own generation. But I love mandatory reading. It's a good excuse to break out of my shell, read something written in a time where words had more meaning.

That's not to say modern YA stuff doesn't have a lot of meaning. Because I can think of a lot of YA books that could easily be taught in English class, that are deep and meaningful and beautiful and might just be classics one day. I'm just saying. Classic classics shouldn't be disregarded. They're important, too.

How about you? What do you think about this issue? Is mandatory reading necessary? Am I alone on this?


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Monday, April 14, 2014

But mostly about laziness. You see, I haven't been around all that long. So claiming that I know a lot about life seems a bit hypocritical. I'm sure everything I've learned, you've all learned and more. So I'll leave it at - I won't claim to know anything you don't.

Plus talking about these sorts of things tends to get too personal. And I'm not in any sort of mood for that!

So let's talk about laziness -

I am lazy. That is not a good thing. It's generally accept because I dare say that most people are lazy. Particularly younger people. I think I'm lazy, but I could be worse. Not that that's any excuse. It just is what it is.

Pertaining to my laziness... I'm working on it. I honestly don't have much time to be lazy, yet I manage to do it every now and then. I hate saying it, but blogging has become my productive way of being unproductive. Not quite the same issue as laziness, but I think it's related. Why do, say, math homework when you could be reading or reviewing or checking out other people's blogs. Just, why?

Why do today would you could do tomorrow?

This is particularly an issue for me on any day that I don't have school the next day. Weekends. Spring/winter breaks. Summer vacation. I AM TOTALLY UNPRODUCTIVE.


I assume it's because I decided to become incredibly lazy. So I watch tv. Or read. (doesn't sound lazy, but I read when I should probably be doing something else. See: homework. Or laundry.) And lately I've been trying to get into a whole mess of stuff - calligraphy (of the amateur type, I'm not artistic or used to writing pretty), writing, ice skating. And a new addition! My friend insists on taking me surfing. Which I am totally up for. 

But when???

That's the question of the day.

Pretend it starts with the letter L.


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Sunday, April 13, 2014

I know it's late. Sorry about that. Crazy busy weekend...
Doing another song thing! I don't have as many songs that start with K. So it's nice and short (:

Kill the Messenger by Jack's Mannequin
Favorite part: Oh my God, this hurts like hell / I had that dream again where / I was lost for good in outer space / Tell me, doctor, how to shake / A waking nightmare that is only / Worse when I am sleeping

Why I love this song: This is the song that made me look up every other song by Jack's Mannequin. Up until this song I only knew Dark Blue and Rescued.

Kiss from a Rose by Seal
Favorite part: I've been kissed by a rose on the gray, / ...And if I should fall along the way / I've been kissed by a rose / ...been kissed by a rose on the gray.

Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer
Favorite part: Lead me out on the moonlit floor / Lift your open hand / Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance / Silver moon's sparkling

Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute
Favorite part: Oh, I'm not sure what this is gonna be, / But with my eyes closed all I see / Is the skyline, through the window, / The moon above you and the streets below.

Kiss Yourself Goodbye by The All-American Rejects
Favorite part: Let go, push your daisies / A thousand maybes, a thousand left I'm done / A white glow, just for tasting / A life for wasting (it’s the one you love) / And I look into your eyes, it's the one you love

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

Favorite part: You called me strong, you called me weak, / But still your secrets I will keep / You took for granted all the times / I never let you down / You stumbled in and bumped your head, / If not for me then you'd be dead / I picked you up and put you back on solid ground


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Goodreads Summary

In less than seven years, eighteen-year-old Ryla Jensen will succeed her father as the president of Neress, a nation where all citizens are cared for from the moment they’re born. Fed, sheltered, even educated—every need of theirs is met.

The only price they pay is their free will.

Groomed since childhood to take on a role she’s not even sure she wants, Ryla’s only escape from the pressures of duty is her sister, Alanna. But when her eyes are opened to the oppressive regime her father built, she begins to question everything she’s set to inherit—and finds herself at odds with her sister’s blind allegiance to their father.

Torn between loyalty to her family and the fight for freedom, Ryla must decide just how far she’s willing to go to make a stand and risk losing the person she loves most in the world: Alanna.


I want to get one thing straight. This book deserves five stars for concept alone. This has a direct relationship to everything my history teacher talks about in class. I love listening to him talk. I loved reading the political stuff in this book. Because it sounds great. The government takes care of everyone. Everyone is equal - except for the really important people, of course.

Some people love that. Others hate it. I'd personally be terrified of living in a world like that. Maybe it's my history teacher brainwashing me, but I doubt it. I do have a mind of my own. Government involvement and equality is a real issue. Some people want it at any cost. Others recognize that we'd all be better off without. I'm not here to debate that, just point out that that's what made me love this book. It addresses exactly these issues in a sci-fi world. Talk about the perfect book.

So why the low rating? Well, because at the time I rated this, I was going off of feels alone. Which is one of the stupidest things I've ever done. This is why I hate the little pop-up when you finish reading a book. Choose a rating? Right after I finished? I haven't had time to process!

I rarely change ratings after that initial one. If I could change it, I'd at least give it 4.5. I've had time to reflect on the concept. And it's amazing.

But back to the feels.

My main problem is probably the most usual one: I had a hard time getting into it. Third person throws me off big time. I did get into it. And I shipped the obvious couples. And then things happened and I got upset. So that killed my feels, too. Because honestly. She didn't have to do that *sniff*.

As for the ending - I need more. I want to know how this turns out. Like I said, I LOVED the "political" stuff. I want to know. I really do.

Original Rating: 3.5 stars

New Rating: 4.5 stars

Recommendation: for those who love sci-fi. And possibly have an inclination for politics/philosophy and such


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Friday, April 11, 2014

Do any of you keep a journal?

I ask this as a writer. Because I have this notebook. It's a pretty standard notebook - from Staples, maybe. Or CVS. Doesn't really matter where. But in this notebook I have outlines, ideas, characters, short poems, quotes, notes, lyrics, and legit journal entries.

It's my legit journal entries that I want to discuss today.

I started these journal entries about two years ago. (Actually, it will be two years in a couple weeks.) And I've been sporadically writing entries since. My longest absence was seven months, between summer and when I rediscovered the notebook last month. So I guess random long absences are kind of my thing... *ahem, tries to look innocent*

Anyways. When I rediscovered it, I saw that it was mostly full. I've written a lot in there. There's a letter, a ballad, lists of songs and books... I stuck in my sheets of paper where I practiced calligraphy... So I bought a new notebook, for when I fill the old one up. But I'm not sure if I'll have the nerve to do that. It doesn't feel very personal. I guess it will one day, but for now it's just a notebook from Staples.

Do you have a journal/notebook? What kinds of stuff do you have in it? How often do you write in it or add to it? I wanna know!


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Thursday, April 10, 2014

This is going to be one of those posts that could be WAY TOO PERSONAL, if I actually revealed anything at all.

I'm not revealing anything you weirdos.

Anyways, a while back, I randomly talked to some guy I knew, but didn't really know, you know? It was small talk stuff. Saw him maybe once after that and that was it. Well, that's fine because I have a boyfriend and I'm busy and I'm weird with new people.

Well, we randomly started texting on Friday. And we've been texting on and off since then. Now. I saw him yesterday and we did small talk stuff again. And I'm texting him right now. And I guess my point with all that is - people are so different from what they seem.

Rather cliche and obvious, but bear with me.

I've always had issues with guys. I'm sure they're pretty standard girl issues - like this one too much, don't like that one, don't think much of that one. Shallow standards or not, I think those are universal girl problems. I've only ever had one boyfriend in my entire life. I'm not an expert with this stuff. But I've met a lot of people (as I'm sure you have, too). And I generally like talking to guys more than I like talking to girls. One, they seem to be more interesting. Two, sometimes they surprise you. Three, no unnecessary drama. So I do talk to a lot of guys. And half the time I'm worried they'll think I'm too girly ('cause, you know, I am a girl). The other half I'm like, whatever, because I'm hardly forcing them to talk to me. I must be interesting enough to talk to.

Back to impressions.

When interacting with a guy, I try to act neutral as possible. It's a precaution because my boyfriend worries and, well, that worries me. But it's hard when you just meet someone. Because you don't know them, so you're not sure what they mean, or how they react, or anything. With this guy, I have no clue what's going on. He seems interesting enough, but it's hard to tell. Honestly, I've given up on close guy friends. I thought I had one and then things got weird and I haven't talked to him seriously in over a year. I haven't talked to him at all in a few months. But I don't want to get into that.


That was supposedly the point of all this.


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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

So I'm cheating a bit today. I don't have time for a post like yesterday's. Therefore I shall share songs that start with the letter H. Click on the links to be taken to the AZ lyrics page.
(appropriate for the A to Z challenge, isn't it?)

How to Save a Life by The Fray
Favorite part: Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend / Somewhere along in the bitterness

Hopeless by Train
Favorite part: Cause it's time that will tell if it's heaven if it's hell or if it's / Anybody waiting at home for you / Cause it's time that will tell this tale

Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright (this is the version I love the most, at least it's the one that pops up the most on my Pandora station)
Favorite part: Maybe there's a god above / And all I ever learned from love / Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

Hell by Tegan and Sara
Favorite part: Four ways to remove all the bad that we do from the heart and the soul of the cities sad and cold. / Four ways to collect what we say and what we save to discard and discover a brand new way
Hello Seattle by Owl City
Favorite part: Hello Seattle, I am a manta ray / Deep beneath the blue waves / I'll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound / And construct a summer home 

Happy Together by The Turtles
Favorite part: No matter how they tossed the dice / It had to be / The only one for me is you / And you for me
Why I love the song: I kind of grew up with it, but it's also one of the few songs both me and my boyfriend like... and it's a love song... and yeah.... 

House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance
Favorite part: And say, ha / What I wanna say / Tell me I'm an angel, / Take this to my grave. / Tell me I'm a bad man, / Kick me like a stray. 

Hummingbird by Nevershoutnever
Favorite part: You see this world has lots to offer / But in time it will go dark / And if this love is what we say it is / I'm sure we will go far / And with a girl as sweet as you / There's not much else I can do / But fall for you
Why this song: This is one of those songs that has WAY too much history for me. At one time it was a song about my ideal love... Then it was a song about what I wanted a guy to be like.. then it was a reminder of how awkward and weird that whole thing was... And so yeah. It's a song I go to when I'm depressed or happy. I can see it either way. Like I said. Too much history.

And to leave you off on a less depressing and more beautiful note...

Hoppipola by Sigur Ros


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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Oh, yes. This is my Looking for Alaska by John Green post.

Are you ready?


I'm sorry, but that's how it has to be. I must completely express everything I feel about this book. There are an awful lot of feels. If you have read the book, you know exactly what I mean and will forgive me. If you have not read it, read it and forgive me.

If I had to choose one song and one song onnly that reminded me of Looking for Alaska, I have to choose Skinny Love by Bon Iver. Why you ask? Why? Because I heard it today (yesterday) and I just thought: holy shit this reminds me of Looking for Alaska. So there you have it.

In particular, it's the last few verses that convinced me:

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Ooh, ooh

Here's the thing. For the longest time, all I ever knew about John Green was Paper Towns. I read it at the request of a friend. Liked it enough to get my own copy. Added Looking for Alaska to my TBR shelf on Goodreads. A while back I took it off because I think I confused Looking for Alaska for another book. One that may have actually involved the pace Alaska. Because when I read the summary again for it at Target a few months back I was like: I have to read this. So I bought it on a whim. And shortly after I got TFiOS, but that's a different story.

The point is that Paper Towns is a story about a mysterious girl who may or may not be a bitch. And Looking for Alaska is about a girl who is also mysterious, and more than likely a bitch. The main difference between the two, in my opinion, will always be the fact that Margo just disappeared. And Alaska straight out died.

There are more differences, of course. Margo was Q's childhood friend. Alaska was the exciting girl at Pudge's new school. Very different circumstances. In both cases, though, the guy is in love (or thinks he's in love) with an incredibly arcane girl (see: mysterious bitch).

So here I'm going on and on about Alaska. What's this about the Great Perhaps?

Well, Pudge has a thing for Famous Last Words. Yeah, crazy stuff. Interesting, I have to admit. A bit unique. Definitely makes me wonder.

The exact quote is by François Rabelais whose Famous Last Words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." Which leads me to believe that he's talking about, well, death. Go figure. But I guess the funny part about this quote is that Pudge actually uses it as his rationale for attending the boarding school his father did.

“Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.”

Not sure how intentional that was. From reading some in-depth Q&As, John Green always meant for it to be about death and how it changed people. But to start it off like that? With a boy obsessed with Famous Last Words? The Great Perhaps? DEATH?

Okay, I'm digressing.

Alaska's death tore me apart. The search for answers tore me apart. That ending, with Pudge's essay. Tore. Me. Apart.

My point?

“Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.”

To sum it all up, I'd have to say I enjoyed Looking for Alaska. The philosophical/theological stuff has always been interesting to me. And I loved the issues John Green addressed. I loved the way he addressed them. My teenage years are certainly nothing like it, but there are a lot of universal themes. So it's all okay. I can't exactly describe the anguish and grief I went through. The way I was sobbing as I read the last few pages. But it is what it is.


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