Saturday, March 27, 2010

I Spy...

I Spy is a weekly segment that will preview any new book (and occasionally movie or other random item) that I think is noteworthy or am intrigued by.  Mostly it will be books to watch out for!  New and exciting upcoming reads by new authors and old alike. This weeks I Spy is Hunger  by Jackie Morse Kessler!  It's not set to be released till October, but hey...I figured I better pre-order this now!  Hahahaha!

 Synopsis: “Thou art the Black Rider. Go thee out unto the world.”

Lisabeth Lewis has a black steed, a set of scales, and a new job: she’s been appointed Famine. How will an anorexic seventeen-year-old girl from the suburbs fare as one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?

Traveling the world on her steed gives Lisa freedom from her troubles at home: her constant battle with hunger, and her struggle to hide it from the people who care about her. But being Famine forces her to go places where hunger is a painful part of everyday life, and to face the horrifying effects of her phenomenal power. Can Lisa find a way to harness that power — and the courage to battle her own inner demons?

This sounds absolutely amazing to me.  Maybe it's because the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are forever endeared to me because of Good Omens.  Ya... that's probably it.  All joking aside, I am truly very excited about this book.  Despite the slightly ironic tale of the Four Horsemen, I think this will truly be an inspiring read.  Anorexia is a very serious affliction that faces hundreds of teens around the world.  Lisa's problems are very real, and combining them with becoming Famine makes it more relatable for the reader.  It's not often that people have to face the true horrors of this world face on.  I have a feeling that Hunger is going to take these issues and bring them to the younger generation.  After all we are the generation of change, we can make a difference in the world.  I can't wait for this novel to come out!  :D

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Dog Eared

Dog Eared is a chance to share some of my most worn "dog eared" books that I love to read over and over.... and over again.  This weeks book is Sabriel by Garth Nix!  I absolutely adore this trilogy!  It's dark, gritty, filled with magic and peril, and altogether just amazing!  I pretty much ruined the binding on this book.  The poor poor paperback just never stood a chance. 

Synopsis: For many years Sabriel has lived outside the walls of the Old Kingdom, away from the random power of Free Magic, and away from the Dead who won't stay dead. But now her father, the Charter-Mage Abhorsen, is missing, and to find him Sabriel must cross back into that world.

Though her journey begins alone, she soon finds companions: Mogget, whose seemingly harmless feline form hides a powerful --- and perhaps malevolent --- spirit, and Touchstone, a Charter-Mage long imprisoned by magic, now free in body but still trapped by painful memories.
With threats on all sides and only each other to trust, the three of them must travel deep into the Old Kingdom, toward a battle that will pit them against the true forces of life and death --- and bring Sabriel face-to-face with her own hidden destiny.

 I just can't express in words how much I truly love this trilogy.  The characters are relatable and funny and utterly loveable.  The world of necromancy is intruiging and mysterious.  This is the only "necromancer" book I've read and I really can't find anything to compare it to.  The amazing world of the Old Kingdom is dangerous and filled with magic!  Which of course just adds to the awesomeness.  Sabriel is smart, determined, and relatable.  She's a young woman determined to rescue her father and take up a mantle that has great expectations that are beyond her years.  Touchstone, suddenly free after hundreds of years of imprisonment, has to face a new world where everything he has once known has changed.  He is loyal to Sabriel and will do anything to protect her.  He's wicked with a pair of swords but all too sweet when it comes to Sabriel.  Yes there's a bit of romance thrown in!  The monsters are terrifying and believe me I never want to come across any risen Dead.  A highly original trilogy that you will fall in love with immediately!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Invaded by the Mad-Katter

Hi all you Bookmarkers! My name's Kat otherwise known as the Mad Katter. Ky has invited me to take part in this new story, and I am ecstatic to contribute. It is a lot of fun writing for people who might not have seen my work yet, so I hope you enjoy my installments. Learn more about me and read my other work at my blog  :)

 I stalked up to my room, knowing the solitude would bring me comfort. I threw my bag down on the hard wood floor, and acknowledging the satisfying thud, I sprawled stomach-up across my bed. I closed my eyes and breathed in and opened my ears up to the musky scents and familiar sounds of my ancient home. The feint patter of Nora creaking across the dusty floor boards, my dad's T.V. rumbling directly below me. The scent of leaves and just plain history swirled around me. This was calm and safe. My lovely escape where no one could get to me. No one to tease me, or judge me. These walls were my friends, these floors my family. My pillow was my own personal diary as I would whisper my secrets into it at night when I was lonely. God, I need real friends. I thought to myself. How incredibly amazing would it be to have flesh and blood people to just talk to. I opened my eyes.  Plastered on my high ceiling was a Kill Hannah poster, I stared at it as i pondered. Maybe I should have talked to my dad about the weird girl who had sat on the fountain. It wasn't a good sign, he would've wanted to know. But it was pointless of course. I mean what could he do? Chase the visions away like he had done with the monsters in my closet when I was five?

     If only. To just have daddy make them all go away. Then maybe I could be normal. Because half the time I believe they what drive me to be so weird. The visions i mean.

    But the girl had been so...alien. Like no other vision I had had before. So lifelike. laughing. smiling. Real. But no one else had even noticed her. Surely they would have done something if they had seen her. That was proof that she hadn't been real. Just a bizarre fantasy in my head. Nothing more. Nothing more.

    Tap. Tap. Tap.

    I lifted my head and looked around my room. Dresser. Bookshelf. T.V. stand. Everything seemed to be in its place, nothing unusual. Then my eyes scanned the window to see a large butterfly repeatedly slamming into the dirty glass. Strange. I thought. I stood and cautiously walked over to the window. The insect was fluttering outside, as if it was looking at me, waiting for something. My hands shook as I slid the window open, paint flakes chipped and fell to the ground. I held out my hand, half hoping it would come land on my finger, half hoping it would just fly away. It made me anxious. It didn't feel normal. But the further I leaned and the closer I came to the butterfly, the more it didn't look like a butterfly at all. It looked like...a girl. A tiny girl with wings somehow strapped to her back. Another vision. I told myself. But I stretched my hand even further, one foot off the ground teetering over the ledge. Somewhere in my mind I knew how dangerously far away the earth was, but all that mattered was touching that butterfly....girl. Whatever. The wind blew my hair back out of my face, and suddenly I was tilting over. Instantly aware of how stupid I was I reeled myself back into the room. The butterfly hadn't moved the whole time.

      "Careful. You might fall."
My head shot up and crashed into the window. My hands gripped my skull in pain. "Ouch!" I looked out at the big oak tree. There she was. Shimmering hair that appeared to be made from metal, streaming down to her knees. Whipping around her like a halo. Her skin was perfectly tan and sparkly. She was lean and tall. Like the girls in the glossy magazines every other girl carried in her purse. She wore a flowery green dress that reminded me of Spanish moss. She was barefoot. And her eyes! Just like a cat's. They stared back at me, daring me to blink. Daring me to miss one single movement she made. My brain told me on instinct I could miss so much of her with just a millisecond long closing of my lids.
        I backed away truly scared of her, because I knew in my heart this could not be a vision. She was alive. Real. She was gracefully poised, crouching among the brittle branches. They barely even bent under her weight.  Then she smiled at me. Two rows of sharp feline teeth glistened. I screamed as she suddenly leaped from the tree and straight through my window, arms stretched out in front of her. It reminded me of something you'd see on the nature channel; the powerful lion leaping in for the kill, as if it was nothing. She bounded to me and clamped a hand over my mouth. It was hard not to notice the claws where her fingernails should've been. My hands glued to my sides. I was frozen, stuck in this defenseless state.
        "Are you mad!? Cut that out!" I stopped screaming instantly. Anything she wanted. I'd do it.
        "Laurel?" My dad called and his footsteps clobbered up the stairs. I panicked at the thought of Dad seeing her.
        "Wonderful." Cat girl hissed and elegantly jumped to latch on to my ceiling fan. My mouth hung open as a million impossible thoughts and questions spun around in my mind. She brought a sinister finger to her lips making the universal sign for Don't you dare say a thing.
        My door opened I shut my mouth and stared blankly at my dad's head popping in. "What's with the all the yelling?"
        "Spider." I squeaked, amazed I could talk at all.
        My dad just shook his head and closed the door back. A sudden thud sounded behind me. I turned and cat girl was sitting cross legged on my floor. She was looking up, head cocked to the side. I crossed my arms over my chest. This girl couldn’t make me scared. Well she could. But I sure as hell could pretend she couldn’t.
         "You going to scream again?" I shook my head. "Purrrfect." She smiled to herself. "Sorry, I had to say it. It's such a great cliché."
            I just stared at her not sure what to do.

        She suddenly threw her arm out straight to the side. It made me flinch. The butterfly....or rather the girl with wings soared to perch on cat girl's wrist. She was also so otherworldly. She had peachy skin, and wild blue hair. Her wings were a magnificent orange color with blue and black markings. She was cute. Sweet. Sort of like a doll I used to play with when I was small.
        "Hi." Her cute voice cut through the silence like crystal. Her smile was brilliant. It made me grin back as well, but I'm sure it displayed my nervousness.
        "Uh...hi. I'm Laurel." My brain was barely functioning now, just sending me through auto pilot.

        Cat girl purred and little girl smiled as she said "We know. We've been watching you."
        "That's not creepy at all." I pointed out sarcastically. My fear was melting as I talked to her. Little girl laughed, ignoring my comment. "Who are you?"
        "Names aren't important now." Cat girl snapped. I sat down on my bed meeting her ferocious gaze, thinking of how I already knew I like winged girl best.
        "Okay...what are you?"

        Cat girl gave a sinister smile. "Isn't it obvious?"

        Then I was in front of the window. Just like that. Butterfly still fluttering in front of the window, as if nothing had happened. My head ached. "Just another vision," I whispered to the walls, the floors, the pillow. It had been the realest vision I'd ever had. But that didn’t make it anything more than what is was. Just a figment. A fantasy. A false hope that I had anyone to talk to. I opened the window, just like I had in the vision, but this time the butterfly was just a butterfly. It fluttered off to go do normal butterfly things, and I closed the window and went to lay down again to do normal Laurel things. Which was to be alone. 


Woo woo!  Thanks Kat for guest-blogging!  The next installment should be up sometime this weekend hopefully!  :D

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Time is running out...

Do you ever get the urge to cry, laugh, scream, and then hurl a book at a wall?  Ya well... I almost did all four of those when I finished Hourglass by Claudia Gray.  No this is not a sign that I about killed a book, it's me being highly frustrated that I have to wait another year for the next one!  

Synopsis: After escaping from Evernight Academy, the vampire boarding school, Bianca and Lucas seek refuge with Black Cross, the elite group of vampire hunters led by Lucas’s stepfather. When Bianca’s close friend—the vampire Balthazar—is captured by Black Cross, Bianca knows she has to do whatever it takes to save him. But at what cost?

Hourglass, the third book in this gripping vampire series by the author of the New York Times bestseller Stargazer, has all the romance, suspense, and page-turning drama that have made Claudia Gray’s books runaway successes.

My Review:  When I first started the Evernight books I immediatley fell in love.  It was such an original take on the whole new wave of vampire novels, that I couldn't help but love it.  With the addition to Stargazer I must admit that I was severely disappointed.  Don't get me wrong, I still liked it, but I couldn't help sighing and saying "Really?  Just really?"  Y'all know what I'm talking about.  (Just in case someone has not read Stargazer yet, don't want to spoil it.)  I was expecting Hourglass to continue on the slow downhill run of ridiculousness.  I am happy to say that I was wrong!  Everything in Stargazer that had bothered me and that seemed totally random, didn't seem so misplaced in Hourglass.  All of the story elements blended nicely together and seemed to actually make coherent sense!   I never knew what was going to happen or what to expect until the end of the novel, and even when I thought I had figured out the ending, the author threw in  another twist!  That was the point where I almost threw the book at the wall, I'm ashamed to say.  And I might have screamed into my pillow... I'm not going to admit to that though.  Lucas and Bianca's relationship truly developed in this novel.  And no not just physically (get your mind out of the gutter)  but it truly felt like they were a real life couple.   So many teen novels these days play out in such a predictable way.  Meet, immediately become enamored, supernatural revelation, instant love.  The end.  Hourglass was truly different.  Both Bianca and Lucas both have their faults, but they trust in each other to forgive and understand.  That's the true beauty of their relationship and their love.  Even when one or the other messes up, they always tell the other and remain honest.  There is no jealousy or bitterness, only understanding and forgiveness.  I have to gush about one last thing before I end my review.  Ranulf=epicness.  Just saying.  He is so awkwardly adorable I just can't help but love him!  I was soooo happy that he and Vic were still heavily featured in the book.  "This is how I roll" coming out of Ranulf's mouth is just too hilarious to pass up acknowledgement. Just relaying this small piece of hilarity makes me grin like an idiot.  So yes, Hourglass is definitely worth your time and if you're anything like me, you will be screaming and cursing and punching a pillow when you finish and discover you have to wait a whole other year to find out what happens.  Joyful, is it not?

Fancy-ful Designs!

Fancy-ful Designs is a way for me to feature album art, book covers, or just awesome fan-art that I think deserves some recognition.  So I figured it was time to post some awesome fan-art!  This lovely comic was done by ~wnhsr from Deviant Art! Full disclaimer here!  This artwork is not mine (though I wish it was) and full credit goes to ~wnhsr.    Major props!  I think this is soooo adorable!  Mainly because I ship these two soooo much!  Haha! 

Just a little explanation here.  This is about two characters from Cassandra Clare's novel City of Bones.  It features Alec and Magnus (whom I both adore) and it's playing off of New Moon.  For any of you out there (which should be all of you) who've read City of Bones, you'll think this is fitting for Alec and Magnus.  They are just so adorable together!  This comic just made me so happy I had to share!  Hopefully y'all find it as cute as I do, otherwise you'll just be like "wah?".  So hopefully that doesn't happen.  Haha!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

New fan of horror here!

Wow.  That is all I shall say for now, because I don't want to ruin the awesomeness.  Just, wow.  The Devouring by Simon Holt was definitely not what I was expecting.  It was better!

Synopsis: When Reggie finds an old journal and reads about the Vours, supernatural creatures who feast on fear and attack on the eve of the winter solstice, she assumes they are just the musings of some lunatic author. But soon, they become a terrifying reality when she begins to suspect that her timid younger brother might be one of their victims.

Risking her life and her sanity, Reggie enters a living nightmare to save the people she loves. Can she devour own her fears before they devour her?When Reggie finds an old journal and reads about the Vours, supernatural creatures who feast on fear and attack on the eve of the winter solstice, she assumes they are just the musings of some lunatic author. But soon, they become a terrifying reality when she begins to suspect that her timid younger brother might be one of their victims.

Risking her life and her sanity, Reggie enters a living nightmare to save the people she loves. Can she devour own her fears before they devour her?

My Review: When I first picked up this book months ago, for some reason I got the impression that this was set in an alternate world.  The Vours sounded like scary creatures meant to terrorize villagers, similar to M. Night Shamalan's films.  Boy was I wrong.  This terrifying story is set in modern day, which coincidentally enough only makes it scarrier.  The novel starts with a chilling and horrific account of a young boy being left to be devoured by the Vours by his own father, his little sister the only witness to know what truly happened to him.  It then jumps to Reggie and her family.  Reggie is obsessed with horror.  Cheasy B rated horror movies, Stephen King, and Lovecraft abound.  Her best friend Aaron is equally obsessed, and they both thrive on fictional horror.  Both of them are in for a rude awakening when the nightmares don't stay within their dreams.  The two must confront their own fears to overcome fear itself.  Together the two must rescue Reggie's little brother's lost soul, and must fight the Vours; entities that they cannot begin to understand.  This novel is filled with gruesome horrors and nightmares that I could never dream up.  It's twisted and horrifying, yet completely brilliant.  I've never really gotten into horror before, but I tell you I now am a huge fan.  I cannot wait to get my hands on Solstice to find out what happens next!  

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Ramblings of the bloggers

So truth be told.  I'm a bit of an aspiring writer.  I can't finish a story to save my life, but that doesn't stop me from fiddling around every once and a while.  Every once in a blue moon I'll post some of my writing on here!  Just for fun that is.  My dear friend, Kat from My Wonderland , will be joining me in this little experiment and we'll be adding onto each others ideas.  She'll be doing guest posts, and hopefully our combined story will hit it off!  So I guess I'll kick this little experiment off!  Hopefully it doesn't suck too bad.  :D

        I glared at those who passed in front of me, hoping that my ice colored eyes would deter most of them.  People stood on the outskirts of the square gawking at me.  I made a point of ignoring them and buried my nose in my book.  It was very tattered with plenty of dog eared pages and a broken spine.  I had read it many times over.  It was one of the few books I owned, and I usually kept it with me at all times.  I was reading over one of my favorite passages when I heard stifled laughter from across the square.
        I glanced up and then returned to my book.  It was just a bunch of stupid middle schoolers, come to see the weird kid.  I scooted around on the edge of the fountain so that I was facing the cascading water.  Droplets of water wetted my pages but I didn't mind.
       The laughter grew louder. I scowled and grabbed my iPod from my black messenger bag and firmly stuffed the headphones into my ears.  I turned up the volume full blast, trying to drown out the sounds of laughter.  I caught my reflection in the pool of water.  My whitish-blonde hair was straggled around my face, the tiny braids I had done this morning already unraveling.    My skinny frame was drowned in layers of fabric; most of it mismatched and discards from the Goodwill bin.  I turned away in disgust.  No wonder everyone stayed as far away from me as possible. I looked like a vagrant.
        A pair of Pumas suddenly entered my view.  I looked at the shoes and then up at the person who had so rudely invaded my personal space.   It was one of the stupid middle schoolers.  An athletic looking blond, was flipping her outrageously long hair over her shoulder.  Her face was caked in too much make up. I'm surprised her face could even move to sneer down at me with all of that crap on her face.  She said something to me, but on account of my blasting music I didn't hear her.  I chose not to even grace her with a response and turned back to my book.  I had to admit I was a little shocked that she had gotten so close to me.  I wonder how much her friends had paid her.
        Her manicured hands suddenly shot out in front of me and snatched my book.  I ripped my headphones from my ears.
       "Give it back," I said my voice a low guttural growl.  I could feel my face flush with anger even as I spoke.  Blondie just grinned.

       "I see that got your attention," she said smiling victoriously.   I had no desire to deal with her crap.  I pushed her hard in the chest, sending her reeling into the fountain.  I snatched my book out of her hands seconds before she hit the water and stormed off.  
I shouldered my overflowing messenger bag.  My thick soled combat boots pounded on the cement, causing the pigeons to fly out of my way.  People around me gawked, making me turn crimson with embarrassment. Why did they have to stare at me like I was some freak?  I chuckled at the thought.  Who was I kidding?  I am a freak, and everyone in this po-dunk little town never lets me forget it.   
I let my long hair fall in front of my face, shielding me from their stares.  My bohemian skirt flowed furiously around my legs as I almost ran out of the square.  I wasn't even looking where I was going, striding blindly into the crowd of spectators that had gathered.  I shoved past them, pushing with my bony shoulders.  The crowd quickly parted for me, not wanting to touch me.  Not wanting to be near the social pariah.  I should have been used to it, but it still cut me to the quick.  It never ceased to amaze me as to how cruel people could be.  How malicious they are to people who are different, who threaten their view of their perfect world.  It wasn’t as if I was the only goth type in town.  In fact, I was probably the least ostentatious in my personal style than the rest of the “weird” crowd in school.   I didn’t fit in with the “in” crowd and I wasn’t even able to gain a place amongst the social outcasts. 
I could feel the tell tale signs of tears fast approaching.  I walked faster, now shoving people out of my way.  I would not have an emotional breakdown in the middle of the square.  I rubbed my eyes hurriedly, no doubt smearing my eyeliner.  My eyes began to blur with tears, despite my conviction to keep them dry.  I suddenly emerged from the crowd and practically ran to my car.  My battered ’72 Buick Electra sat alone in the empty parking lot, as if people could tell that it was my car.  The blue paint job was flaked off in huge patches, revealing the rusty exterior beneath.  I threw my bag in the passenger seat and turned my key in the ignition.  The car shuddered to life beneath me and hummed pleasantly.  I rubbed the worn leather steering wheel affectionately, instantly feeling calm behind the familiar wheel. 
I breathed deeply, my car provided a layer between them  and me.  That extra layer was something I desperately needed right now.  A tear made its way down my cheek.  I brushed it away tiredly, just wanting to go home.  I threw the gear into reverse and backed out of the parking space.  I glanced back over at the fountain and saw the group of middle schoolers fawning over the girl I had pushed in.  I suddenly regretted my little outburst.  As superficial and condescending as the girl was, she didn’t deserve to be soaked through in dirty fountain water.  She waved her arms grandly, reenacting what has supposedly gone on between us.  Her friends oooed and awed and believed every word of it.  Maybe she did deserve to get soaking wet after all. 
I shifted into drive and let off my break.  A flash of fiery copper caught my eye, drawing my gaze back to the fountain.  I hit the breaks in astonishment.  There was a girl sitting on top of the fountain.  She was perched on the head of the nymphs statue, her head thrown back in laughter.  Her fiery curls glinted in the sun, as she laughed.  Her laugh wasn’t joyous, it was almost…evil.  Like she was getting amusement from the story being told below.  Her head suddenly swung over to the parking lot, searching for something.  Our eyes met and a shocked expression crossed her face.  Severely creeped out, I sped out of the parking lot, anything to get away from what I had seen in her eyes. 
I drove down the road, blasting the radio as loud as I could, trying to drown out my thoughts.  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling of terror from when she looked into my eyes.  I had sensed an overwhelming sense of malice, even hatred towards the people in the square.  The way she looked down on them, almost as if they were lesser beings chilled me to the bone.  And what the hell was she doing sitting on top of the fountain like a bloody pigeon? 
I sighed, wanting to bang my head against my steering wheel.  Maybe I was seeing things; wouldn’t be the first time that I had seen strange and unexplainable things.  I’ve had doctors and psychologists pushing pills at me since I was a little kid.  They never helped.  I eventually learned to just tell them what they wanted to hear.  That the visions had gone away.  That I was perfectly normal, and the visions were gone.  Eventually it became reality.  After years of convincing myself that I didn’t see anything, by ignoring it, the visions began to fade.  I hadn’t seen anything strange for over two years, until today that is. 
“Great, just great,” I muttered to myself, pulling into my driveway.  I stared up at my house, instantly feeling better.  I slammed my car door shut and jogged up to my front step.  I pushed open my screen door roughly, the old frame creaking loudly.  The paint on the door was peeling off in long strips.  I absentmindedly picked off a curling piece of paint as I stuck my key into the lock.  The heavy oak door swung open, its hinges sliding smoothly.  I smiled up at my handiwork.  My repairs had done the house some good at least.  
I tossed my bag on our old futon.  Nora immediately came darting into the living room like a bat out of hell.   She jumped up into my arms and meowed at me pathetically.  
 "What did you do now?" I asked scratching her ears.  
 " Laurel!  That stupid cat of yours peed on the laundry again!" my dad screamed from downstairs.  I glanced down at Nora and flicked her nose. 
  "Bad Nora," I said trying to be stern.  Nora turned her big blue eyes up at me and I immediately melted.  I scratched her under the chin and cursed her for being so darn adorable.  
  "Laurel!" dad screamed again.  
  "Stop leaving it sitting on the floor and she won't pee on it!" I shouted back.  My dad went silent, and I smiled victoriously.  My dad was horrible at doing laundry.  He started separating the clothes and they always just ended up on the floor by the washer, never in it.   I could hear him clunking up the stairs just as the washer started gushing water.  He emerged from the stair well, scratching his head.  His black hair stuck up wildly around his head, his temples starting to gray.  He leaned on the door frame and folded his arms in front of his chest.  
   "Nora I have a proposition to make," he said very seriously.  "I will stop leaving the laundry on the floor if you stop urinating on it.  Do we have an agreement?"  Nora blinked at him several times and then started cleaning herself.  Dad sighed.  
 "I'm going to take that as a yes," he said rubbing the stubble on his chin.  I wondered when he last shaved.  "How was your day off?" he asked smiling mischievously at me.  My smile evaporated off of my face.  "What happened?" dad asked suddenly solemn.  
 "Just the usual," I said lowering my gaze.  I hated relaying what everyone had done to me during the day.  "Some chick thought it would be cool to mess with me at the fountain."  Dad's eyebrows rose, asking me to continue.   "I may or may not have pushed her into the fountain," I said setting Nora on the floor. 
“Laurel!” my dad exclaimed, disapproval radiating off of him.  I brushed the hair off of my skirt avoiding his gaze.  I didn’t even try my usual argument.  Saying she deserved it wasn’t going to help my case. 
“Sorry,” I muttered.  “I lost it.  It would just be nice, for just one day, if people wouldn’t give me crap.”  The anger in my dad’s eyes immediately dissipated, replaced with worry. 
“Oh Laurel,” my dad said, rubbing his temples. 
“I know dad,” I said turning to go up the stairs.  “I know.” 

Be sure to check out Kat's wonderful story, Seraphs as well! 

I Spy...

I Spy is a weekly segment that will preview any new book (and occasionally movie or other random item) that I think is noteworthy or am intrigued by.  Mostly it will be books to watch out for!  New and exciting upcoming reads by new authors and old alike. This week it's Numbers by Rachel Ward!  This has to be the coolest contemporary cover ever.  It just screams "Read me!  Read me!" Here's a little snippit to catch your interest!

10102001. That's Jem's mother's number. Jem saw it whenever she looked into her mother's eyes, but it wasn't until four years after the woman's fatal heroin overdose when Jem was 11 that she realized that the number was the date her mother would die. And it's not just that number that the teen sees—she knows when everyone will die by looking into their eyes. Isolating herself from the rest of humanity seems to be the only solution until Spider, a freakishly tall, twitchy mess of a boy, refuses to leave her alone. In spite of the fact that she knows his death date is only months away, she can't resist his overtures of friendship. One afternoon, while ditching school, they head for the London Eye tourist attraction. When Jem realizes that several people standing in line are fated to die that very day, she panics and takes off. Newspapers and television pick up the story, and Jem and Spider, targeted as the terrorists responsible for destroying the Eye, or at least witnesses, are on the run in a stolen car. Ward's debut novel is gritty, bold, and utterly unique. Jem's isolation and pain, hidden beneath a veneer of toughness, are palpable, and the ending is a real shocker.

This sounds so AMAZING! It sounds so awesome and unique and just ah!  I just need to get my hands on it!  The sooner the better!  It sound gritty and terrible and all together just plain epic!  Has the bibliophilia  taken ahold of you yet?  Because I think I keep getting progressively worse as the days go on...

Friday, March 19, 2010

Bibliophilia strikes again!

So yes, as the title says, I got struck by another case of frenzied reading madness.  Again... for the second day in a row... I need professional help.  I really do.  So at least I didn't stay up till the wee hours of the morning this time.  I went to bed at like 12:30 shockingly.  So yes onto my review!

Synopsis:Kelley Winslow is living her dream. Seventeen years old, she has moved to New York City and started work with a theatre company. Sure, she's an understudy for the Avalon Players, a third-tier repertory company so far off-Broadway it might as well be in Hoboken, but things are looking up—the lead has broken her ankle and Kelley's about to step into the role of Titania the Fairy Queen in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Faeries are far more real than Kelley thinks, though, and a chance encounter in Central Park with a handsome young man will plunge her into an adventure she could never have imagined.

For Sonny Flannery, one of the Janus Guards charged by Auberon, the King of Winter, with watching over the gate into the lands of Faerie that lies within Central Park, the pretty young actress presents an enigma. Strong and willful, she sparks against his senses like a firecracker and he can't get her out of his mind. As  Hallowe'en approaches and the Samhain Gate opens, Sonny and Kelley find themselves drawn to each other—and into a terrible plot that could spell disaster for both New York and Faerie alike.

My Review:  So I've been wanting to read this since it came out.  Actually... probably before it came out.  The cover was just so gosh darn pretty!  I couldn't resist not book stalking it.  Then I found it used, and in excellent condition for $3.49!  I was like "MMIIINNNNEEEE!!!!!!" and snatched it off the shelf and ran to the check out isle.   I love fairy novels.  I really do.  I have a sligt obsession actually.  So it comes as no surprise that I read this book in less than five hours.  And let me tell you it was really good!!!  It didn't have that dark edge to it that I loved so much about Tithe and Wicked Lovely, but it still conveyed the wonders and terrors of the world of Faerie.  Both the light and the dark.  I absolutely adored Kelley.  She had a fiery personality, and didn't take crap from any one.  I loved the fact that she was a determined young woman, bent on pursuing her dreams of becoming an actress in one of the most competitive places in the world.  She had great witty sarcasm and a strong personality.  Sonny is chivalrous and really sweet.  Then again he's not a fairy, so he's not conniving and doesn't have ulterior motives for his attraction to Kelley. He's tough and cut-throat, yet is still caring enough to try and brighten Kelley's day when he didn't even know her.  I loved the fact that the love interest was a Changeling!  And the whole role of the Janus Guard was really cool and original.  It added that extra uniqueness to the novel.  It seems that in every faerie novel the Winter and Summer Courts or the Seelie and Unseelie are the only focus.  I liked the fact that the author went that extra mile and included the monarchs to Spring and autumn since we never really get to know about them.  It was a great and quick read and I can't wait for Darklight!  I'm resisting the urge to go and buy it right now!  Sadly I have to work tonight so that's not going to happen.  Haha.  Yay for faeries!  :D

Thursday, March 18, 2010

There's something wrong with me...

What is exactly wrong with me, you may ask?  Aside from the very obvious, ahem,  I clearly have a horrible addiction.  I started reading Perfect Chemistry last night at eleven.  I didn't stop reading it until 3:15 in the morning.  Sad thing was... I was almost finished with the book.  I finished it the next morning in less than an hour.  *le sigh*  There is indeed something horribly wrong with me.  Maybe it's some sort of new disease?  Biblophilia: noun- a mental handicap that is characterized by unparalleled amounts of obsessive reading.  If that is indeed the case, then I think we all suffer from biblophilia.  Then again... who says that's bad?  Haha. 

 Synopsis:Tough guy Alex is primarily known by his classmates as a dangerous member of the Latino Bloods gang. He’s not exactly thrilled when Brittany Ellis, the school’s seemingly perfect beauty queen, is assigned as his lab partner—and the feeling is more than mutual. But Alex’s bravado works against him when he impulsively accepts a bet that he can get Brittany in the sack. The romance that follows will not surprise any reader, yet Elkeles gives it heart by constantly switching point of view from Alex to Brittany to provide dual running commentaries on their minute-by-minute insecurities and urges. Brittany’s controlling parents and sister with cerebral palsy are well drawn, but it is Elkeles’ rendition of Alex and his life that is particularly vivid. Sprinkling his speech with Spanish, his gruff but tender interactions with his family and friends feel completely genuine. An idealized epilogue drains away some of the book’s realism, but if the “romance” angle isn’t pushed too hard, this is a novel that could be embraced by male and female readers in equal measure.

My Review: So after hearing a few of my friends gush about this book non-stop (cough-Almas-cough) I finally went and bought it.  At the time I had no intention of doing so, but it was a happy day indeed when I found it on the bookshelf.  It's clear from my formentioned reading escapade last night that I could not put this book down.  Willingly... I just couldn't stop myself.  All self control went out the window.  I just HAD to keep reading!  It's a great love story, though admittedly not much else.  There was really nothing ultra-amazing about this book.  The writing was good, but not amazing.  Plotline wasn't all that exciting, and there really were no twists or anything that kept me guessing.  Then again, this is a love story read.  So I wasn't really expecting anything overly exceptional.  Don't get me wrong though.  It was a really, really, really great love story.  The author kept the story moving along by switching view points back and forth between Alex and Brittany.  Alex is the ultimate bad boy, and don't you just know that I can not resist a bad boy.  Beneath the tough ganster surface, he's a wonderful guy who only cares about protecting his family in a violent world.  He's smart, but won't allow himself to even think of going to college because he knows more than likely he won't live to see the day.   Likewise, Brittany isn't the picture perfect girl she makes herself out to be.  Pressured to always maintain perfect appearances by her mother to compensate for mentally handicapped older sister, Brittany never shows her true self to anyone.  Despite the fact that Alex and Brittany come from two completely different worlds, there is a mutual understanding between the two, a certain amount of chemistry, that neither of them can ignore.  All in all, a great love story, and a quick read.  This definitely satisfied the girly romantic side of me, so if you're in the need of a good pick me up book you found it!

Dog Eared

Dog Eared is a chance to share some of my most worn "dog eared" books that I love to read over and over.... and over again. This weeks Dog Eared book is one of my all time favorites.  Okay... so I pretty much say that about all of my Dog Eared books, but hey I wouldn't be blogging about them if I didn't love them!  Haha.  Anyway... I don't know a single person who HASN'T read Hawksong by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes.  And well... if you haven't, then I suggest you start getting down on your knees and begging for mercy.

Snippet: Danica Shardae is an avian shapeshifter. She is a princess of her people who, like the birds they become, is reserved and disciplined, yet full of passion. Her people have been at war with the serpiente, a people who shapeshift into serpent forms, for so many years that no one remembers how it all started. The hatred and bloodshed have taken a heavy toll on both sides, and Danica and Zane Cobriana, a prince among the serpiente, are determined to stop it, at any cost. He is the last of his line as is Danica and so he proposes that the avian and serpiente royalty meet at a neutral place and seek mediation to end the war. The mediator proposal-that Danica and Zane marry-is so crazy and repugnant a plan that both parties leave immediately. The young people, however, consider it in spite of the apparent lunacy, for it would mean an end to the fighting. But can they pull it off? And can they keep the dissenters among them from destroying this shred of a chance for peace?

This is the first book in the amazing Kiesh'ra series (I own every single book) and I never, EVER get tired of reading them.   Though the first one is probably my favorite.  You get thrown right into Danica's world.  A world so full of magic, and strange customs, and just full of a rich history that it amazes you.  This is one of those rare novels that truly captures a whole other world.  It's so extensive and so well thought out, you think it's real.  It's one of the things I adore about this novel.  I become so emersed in the characters and in what is happening I literally forget it's a piece of fiction.  Danica is a strong young woman who will literally do anything for her people.  She's not some spoiled snooty princess.  She's strong willed, passionate, and willing to sacrifice everything to end her people's suffering.  The war has consumed everyone she has ever loved, yet she still finds the compassion to ease a dying young man's pain who is the enemy.  Her compassion and her capacity for love is awe inspiring.  Zane is the enemy.  A dangerous fighter, his hypnotic ruby eyes, and his fierce desire to protect his people makes him a dangerous prospective husband.  He's a wild card, thrown into Danica's controlled world, knocking her off balance.  She's at a loss of what to do, who she is, and what she should feel in his wild and emotional world of the Serpiente.  The ultimate Romeo+Juliet story, where two completely different individuals are able to look past the superfluous aspects of the other and learn to love the true person behind the facade.  Even just talking about this book makes me go all mushy inside.  I truly adore this book, and this whole entire series for that matter.  Man... doing all these Dog-Eared posts are making me want to re-read all of these books!  Woe is me!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Fairy Dessert!

Hey amigas!  I have some exciting news!  Lisa Mantchev is holding an awesome contest over on her livejournal.  Or rather the Fearsome Foursome (aka Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed) are having a contest to see who has the best desert recipe!  So yes that means go digging through your recipe box RIGHT NOW and find the most sugary thing possible. What is the prize, you may ask?  Only an ARC for Perchance to Dream!  Woot woot!  I'm so excited for this book I'm literally bouncing!  The amazing cover art is to the right! The rules are as follows!

1) Pick a fairy-irresistible dessert and find a recipe and/or pic of that sugar-coated confection!

2) PLEASE DO NOT POST YOUR DESSERT HERE. You need to blog/Facebook/otherwise social-media-broadcast your dessert suggestion, including a linkback to this contest entry.

3) For extra chances to win, a) include the cover art for Perchance To Dream in your blog entry and/or b) a link to a site where a reader can preorder Perchance To Dream (like the University of Washington bookstore, for a signed copy!, or Indiebound, or Book Depository) and/or c) Tweet about the contest with a link to this entry. Please advise me in your email which of these you've done and include links.

4) Send the URL for your post to lisa at lisamantchev dot com with the subject line "FAIRY DESSERT"

5) One dessert entry per person

6) Contest is worldwide, but you need to inform me in your dessert-submission email if you are an international entry, please.

7) Deadline is a week from today: midnight PST, March 22nd! The fairies will choose at least one winner based on their dessert selection and another drawn at random from the entries received.

And drum roll please!  My recipe that is fairy worthy is...... Italian Cream Cake!   Yes this fattening, sugary goodness is pure deliciousness!  Like drool worthy.  Plus there's coconut.  Lots, and LOTS, of coconut.  Which makes me extremely happy because I adore coconut.  Probably a little too much...  oh and did I mention two cups of sugar?  Yes indeed, this is definitely fairy worthy.  :D   So enough of my salivating here.  Here's the recipe!

Italian Cream Cake
Cream together:
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup shortening 
1/4 tsp. salt
2 cups sugar (beat smooth)
5 egg yolks beaten well
Mix and add to eggs and butter, alternating with milk:
2 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 cup buttermilk
1 tsp. vanilla
5 egg whites whipped, fold in
1 small can angel flake coconut (3.7 oz)
1 cup chopped pecans

Bake at 350 for 25 minutes in a 9x13 pan, and ENJOY the deliciousness!  

Fancy-ful Designs!

Fancy-ful Designs is a way for me to feature album art, book covers, or just awesome fan-art that I think deserves some recognition.  This weeks spotlight is on Eyes Like Stars by Lisa Mantchev.   

This book first grabbed my attention a year before it was set to be released.  Yes, that's right, a whole year.  In my stumblings online, probably on Goodreads, I found Eyes Like Stars.  There was no description, I had no idea what the book was about, or basically anything about it other than the fact that the cover was GORGEOUS!  Bertie is serene and beautiful and a bit vulnerable looking, yet she is surrounded by her fairy friends.  I first thought this book was about fairies, at first glance, but it turned out to be way better.  The cover captures the magical feel to the novel and it's sense of mystique.  The lighting is dramatic, and the luminescent fairy wings truly add to the otherwordly feel of the novel.  Of course I adore Bertie's blue hair as well.  The cover is just as unique as the book itself.  Lisa Mantchev truly created a beautifully unique piece of literature that I would love to jump right into.  If you don't want to read this by the cover alone, take my word for it, it is truly amazing. 

Finally Free of the Maze :(

It just occured to me, that for the life of me I cannot do a normal title.  I can't just say The Maze Runner Review.  I just can't bring myself to do it.  I must truly abhor the normal...  speaking of normal.  This AMAZING book was anything but!  Here's a some what brief summary. 

Synopsis:When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his first name. He has no recollection of his parents, his home, or how he got where he is. His memory is black. But he’s not alone. When the lift’s doors open, Thomas finds himself surrounded by kids who welcome him to the Glade, a large expanse enclosed by stone walls.
Just like Thomas, the Gladers don’t know why or how they got to the Glade. All they know is that every morning, for as long as they could remember, the stone doors to the maze that surrounds them have opened. Every night, they’ve closed tight. Every thirty days a new boy is delivered in the lift. And no one wants to be stuck in the maze after dark.
The Gladers were expecting Thomas’s arrival. But the next day, a girl springs up—the first girl ever to arrive in the Glade. And more surprising yet is the message she delivers. The Gladers have always been convinced that if they can solve the maze that surrounds the Glade, they might be able to find their way home . . . wherever that may be. But it’s looking more and more as if the maze is unsolvable.
And something about the girl’s arrival is starting to make Thomas feel different. Something is telling him that he just might have some answers—if he can only find a way to retrieve the dark secrets locked within his own mind.

Review: So I have been reading this for a few days, the only reason I wasn't done in one day being because of school, prom, and work, and I finally finished it at about one in the morning last night.  Yes I COULD NOT put it down!  I was literally saying in my head "Got to finish, got to finish, got to finish!" I was that hyped up towards the ending.  True to it's name, the whole books plotline is similar to a maze.  I never once guessed how it was going to end.  I was truly completely at a loss the whole entire book.  It sucks to not have one little inkling of what's truly happening, but at the same time it's awesome.  In a world full of teenage boys, things tend to get crazy.  Even though it's essentially an all male cast, I still was able to connect to the characters.  Living day to day, not knowing who you were, where you came from, or if you would ever be able to escape the Maze would be horrifying.  Creatures like the Grievers, meant to keep them from venturing out into the Maze at night, were truly scary.  Everything is steeped in mystery and misdirection so you never know the truth of anything that happens or why it happens for that matter.  However, the reader is not alone in that feeling, the characters themselves are just as lost and confused as you are.  The writing was suspenseful, terrifiying, thrilling, and just all-together amazing.  I went into the novel thinking it was just one book, end of story.  I'm thrilled to say that that is not the case!  This is the first installment in a fantastic new trilogy, that I am eagerly awaiting the next book of!  You will love and hate the ending.  It brings triumph and tragedy, and leaves you eagerly waiting for more!  In my ramblings I failed to mention that I found an awesome book trailer!  Just follow the nice, handy dandy, Linky!  It really captures the mysteriousness and the horror in the book!  Props to whoever made it!  Fantastical job! 

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Post-Traumatic Prom Syndrome

How can a really fun awesome night turn into a horrible nasty filled day all in the course of a few hours?  What am I talking about you may ask?  Well my first prom was last night.  And it was really fun and awesome!  And then today just sucked epicly.  I crashed at about seven in the morning and didn't awaken from my slumber until noon.  Finally got all the hairspray out of my hair and then had to go to work.  I think work is where all the unhappiness began.  Partially because I was tired at first... then we got REALLY busy.  Ya know how I work at a pizza place?  Well we currently have a special right now for any pizza, any size, for 10 dollars!  I tell you what people must freak out over a bargain because they would not leave us alone tonight!  So I had to stay an hour later than normal to get all my closing stuff done.  Now I smell like oregano and I have a horrible head ache.  Yet I'm still sitting in bed, with my laptop, at midnight just typing away.  You'd think I was asking for stuff like this to happen to me..... nah! 

But truthfully prom was really fun.  Even though out of the group I went with, I danced more than all of them put together.  Danced horribly I might add, but hey gotta let loose some time.  Post-Prom was a ton of fun!  I got my ass whipped in bowling and got to see a hypnotist act, which has to be the funniest thing I have ever seen.  Then eating fried shrimp at five in the morning is always a nice way to wind down a crazy night.  So yes I've had a crazy last forty eight hours.  And I'm insanely exhausted right now, and possibly just a tad deranged because the only reason I'm making this post is because I randomly thought of Post-Traumatic Prom Syndrome and thought that it would make an awesome title for my blog.  Haha.  Yes I'm that random.  Don't look at me funny.  And so without further ado, I am going to log off and immediately start snoring obnoxiously loud and drool on my pillow. 

Thank you, and goodnight!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

I Spy...

So, since I have been so good lately about posting on time I decided I could allow myself to do another regular weekly post!  I've been planning this for a while, but have just never gotten around to actually doing it.  My new segment is called I Spy!  Slightly cheesy I know, but I'm in a cutesy mood right now.  I Spy is a weekly segment that will preview any new book (and occasionally movie or other random item) that I think is noteworthy or am intrigued by.  Mostly it will be books to watch out for!  New and exciting upcoming reads by new authors and old alike.

First up to bat is The Line by Teri Hall.  It just came out March 4th so it should be fresh on the shelves!  I have to admit I was first intrigued by the cover, which is very mysterious in my opinion.  Here's a brief little snippit:

An invisible, uncrossable physical barrier encloses the Unified States. The Line is the part of the border that lopped off part of the country, dooming the inhabitants to an unknown fate when the enemy used a banned weapon. It’s said that bizarre creatures and superhumans live on the other side, in Away. Nobody except tough old Ms. Moore would ever live next to the Line.  Nobody but Rachel and her mother, who went to live there after Rachel’s dad died in the last war. It’s a safe, quiet life. Until Rachel finds a mysterious recorded message that can only have come from Away. The voice is asking for help. Who sent the message? Why is her mother so protective? And to what lengths is Rachel willing to go in order to do what she thinks is right?

Does that not sound amazing?  Post-apocalyptic novels anyone?  Woot woot!  It truly sounds like an amazing story and I'm eagerly awaiting this book.  I shall have to go snoop at my local (and only) bookstore and steal it off the shelf.  Muwahahahahaha.  Relax I'm not a shoplifter.  Just a little over eager.  Keep a look out for my next find!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Dog Eared

Synopsis: Thaniel, just seventeen, is a wych-hunter. Together, he and Cathaline--his friend and mentor--track down the fearful creatures that lurk in the Old Quarter of London. It is on one of these hunts that he first encounters Alaizabel Cray. Alaizabel is half-crazed, lovely, and possessed.Whatever dreadful entity has entered her soul has turned her into a strange and unearthly magnet--attracting evil and drawing horrors from every dark corner. Cathaline and Thaniel must discover its cause--and defend humanity at all costs.

As crazy as the name may sound, and as crazily spelled as Alaizabel is, this is truly a fantastic book.  This was the first book that I ever obsessed over.  Strange I know, but it was that memorable and amazing.  It was also the first steampunk/ dark fantasy novel I ever read.  And believe me it got me hooked for life.  Thaniel is the single most epic Indian Jones/ Buffy the Vampire Slayer character to ever exist.  (Yes more so than Jace Wayland, because unlike Jace, Thaniel is sweet and caring!) The book is full of dark edgy twists and turns that you never see coming.  It's suspenseful, exciting, and awing all at once.  Oh and did I mention there is an amazingly twisted Jack the Ripper type killer on the loose as well?  The plot thickens!  *waggles eyebrows*  Alaizabel is a damsel in distress, but she is also so much more than that.  She is a strong character with great depth and compliments Thaniel nicely.   The wych-kin are also amazing.  Scary.  But amazing.  Talk about twisted.  The whole book is simply an amazingly twisted, edgy, and loveable story that you will want to read over and over again.  Oh and did I mention this was the first author I seriously stalked after reading his novel?  Okay well I didn't stalk HIM but I did stalk his website.  Haha.  I'm still in love with this book and it is one of my all time favorites.  Definitely check it out, you won't regret it. 

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

In a productive mood today

So in addition to being on time with one of my weekly posts, I also have a book review! Yay me! Though I wouldn't quite call myself productive since I'm doing anything I possibly can to avoid doing my homework. So my review may have some ulterior motives.

Synopsis:I was the first child born to a hunted people, in the first winter of their flight. My earliest memory is of being carried on my mother's hip across barren plains, with wild mountains all around, and of rough tents made of skins stretched across sticks planted in the dust, of hunger and thirst and a feeling I did not like or understand, but which I know now was the fear that shadowed my people, as a wolf shadows a wounded deer.

Avala dreams of becoming a healer, but her dreams are not the same as her destiny. Hers is a mighty but lonely fate, for she is the chosen one—the one who will bring the Time of the Eagle, when the hunted will become the hunters and win back their freedom. It is a destiny that requires the spirit of a warrior and the heart of a healer. But does Avala have the courage to set the Eagle on its flight?

My Review:  So in a random trip to my local Hastings store I was idling in the teen section and happened to see this book.  It was used and in good condition and pretty darn cheap for a hardback so I read the inside flap.  Boy am I glad I picked this book up.  I can best compare it to The Foretelling  by Alice Hoffman.  Though the writing style is vastly different, the main characters both feel the obligation to do what is best for their people, even if that doesn't meet with their personal desires.  Avala is a caring soul who only desires to heal others.  Yet a huge prophecy looms over her head, that threatens not only her people but the fate of all nations.  Through Avala's kind heart she is able to bridge the gaps between nations who have been enemies since the beginning of time.  Avala is truly a character I admire.  While trying to help a dying man, she is taken prisoner by an enemy nation.  Though she is a prisoner she still heals her captor and saves his life.  She is betrayed, her hopes for the salvation of her people lost, and goes through trials that not many people can ever imagine.  I loved the bits of phrases like "a high lot", because they added great personality to the writing style and created a more thorough story.  The plot was well developed and believable yet still maintained elements of surprise.  I adored all of the characters and there was a very sweet love story intermingled within the plot.  And I mean really, really, really adorable type sweet.  The ending tied up everything perfectly and I was very satisfied.  Overall it was just an awesome story, with a heartfelt story line, and relatable characters.  Oh and I should probably tell you that this is actually a sequel.  Trust me I had no clue until I happened to look it up online.  I honestly had no clue this was the sequel to another book.  It was very easy to follow, so don't worry if you haven't read the first one.  Another great happenstance of a read. 

Fancy-ful Designs!

Oh my gosh. You all will be so proud of me. Not only did I write this AHEAD of time, but it's also ON TIME! Yay me! *pats self on the back* Okay moving on from my self congratulatory tirade. So I recently received the Jan/Feb Newsletter from Maria V. Snyder and guess what was inside?!!!! No not JUST another excerpt of Ice Study. Drum roll please... The cover for Spy Glass! And I tell you it is GORGEOUS, as you all can clearly see from the lovely picture provided.  I applaud whoever designs these covers because they are uniform yet uniquely different.  The colors for each are distinctive yet harmonious because orange really brings out both purple and blue.  (Yes my inner art geek is peeking through) I adore the fact that the glass in each and every cover is lit up from some inner light.  It just makes me go "Oooooohhh pretty" and stare at it like a deranged idiot.  I also love the fact that the cover models are never shown full on, or rather their faces.  The main character should be left for the reader to visualize, not have the cover artist visualize it for them.  Everyone interprets characters differently and I'm glad that the cover artist respects the readers enough to let them interpret Opals character in their own mind.  So yay for the artfully blown hair that covers the models face.  Subtle, yet effective.  I'm still eagerly awaiting this!  Okay more like on the edge of my seat, bouncing up and down, and gnawing my fingernails, waiting for this but alas, I shall have to wait until September.  Depressing I know, but I can be patient. Well... sorta patient.  I'll just have to find something else to obsess over.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

You're late for a very important date!

... No time to say hello, goodbye!  I'm late, I'm late I'm late!

Sorry couldn't resist.  Just like I couldn't resist going to see Alice in Wonderland! Hehehhe.  So it was basically amazing.  Fantastical.  Otherworldly.  Epic.  Do I need to continue on with the adjectives?  I didn't think so.  Everything from the costumes to the amazing portrayal of each character was superb.  Helena Boham Carter was fantastic as the Red Queen.  Every time she said "Off with their head!"  I just laughed.  Johnny Depp was amazing as the Mad Hatter.  I mean utterly fantastical.  The Hare and Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum were so adorably confused and psychotic it was just great.  It was all so whimsical yet dark and crazy like you truly stepped into another twisted world.  The change of scenes from when Alice is in the real world and when she goes to Wonderland is also pretty cool.  Everything in the real world is light and white and almost a fake perfect.  While Wonderland is crazy and dark and sinister yet full of life.  It's a cool transition if you really think about it. 

I also loved the fact that it was Alice coming back to Wonderland.  Very cool take on the story, though apparently there is a book called Through the Looking Glass which is actually a companion to Alice in Wonderland that I didn't even know about.  Then again I'm not all too much for classic literature, so my ignorance is forgiven.  Well... I at least forgave myself.  Anywho, it was an amazing fresh take on the Wonderland story and I thoroughly enjoyed the entire movie.  I think I might even have to dress as Alice for Halloween.  I have plenty of different dress options to chose.  And I don't even like dresses.  That's how pretty they are.  :D So yes go see it quickly!  Or else you'll become as Mad as Hatter. 

Thursday, March 4, 2010

For Shame...

So I have decided I am horrible at doing ANYTHING on time.  Maybe I’m over exaggerating a bit… but it just seems like the universe is totally against me posting anything on my blog ON TIME.  Last week I was out of town and thus internet-less.  This Tuesday I had to attend an hour and a half concert so I could write a concert critique for band.  And amid it all I actually finished a new book!  So in light of me being a horrible time manager I have come to a conclusion.  I am going to write up all of my blog posts AHEAD of time and then just post them in five minutes the day I actually want to post them.  Good plan, am I right?   Hahaha ha..ha…ha……  let’s just see how long that lasts before I congratulate myself. 
So onto my review!!!! 
Seventeen-Year-Old Luce is a new student at Sword & Cross, an unwelcoming boarding/reform school in Savannah, Georgia. Luce’s boyfriend died under suspicious circumstances, and now she carries the guilt over his death with her as she navigates the unfriendly halls at Sword & Cross, where every student seems to have an unpleasant—even evil—history.

It’s only when she sees Daniel, a gorgeous fellow student, that Luce feels there’s a reason to be here—though she doesn’t know what it is. And Daniel’s frosty cold demeanor toward her? It’s really a protective device that he’s used again . . . and again. For Daniel is a fallen angel, doomed to fall in love with the same girl every 17 years . . . and watch her die. And Luce is a fellow immortal, cursed to be reincarnated again and again as a mortal girl who has no idea of who she really is.
My Review: I’m a little behind the band wagon on all the new release books, simply because after being forced for over six months of NOT purchasing new books, I just can’t bring myself to buy anything anymore.  It seems as if my compulsive book buying has finally been cured???  Unless of course it’s discounted more than five dollars then I just HAVE to get it.  Hahaha.  So while at Sam’s Club (don’t laugh) I made a bee-line for the book section and discovered to my joy that they actually had some good books!  And what did I find, may you ask?  Fallen!  I was so ecstatic I literally snatched it off the shelf and put it in our cart.  Aside from the absolutely gorgeous fantabulous cover, I’m not quite sure what to say about the book.  I found it a cross between Hush, Hush and Evermore.   On one hand it wasn’t quite as exciting and suspenseful as I expected, yet at the same time it wasn’t overly cliché and eye roll worthy.  It was a happy medium.  While I did enjoy the book, and devoured it in about two days, it wasn’t something that I would necessarily say was the best book I’ve ever read.  I loved the fact that Luce had a troubled and slightly disturbing past.  Being sent to a reform school would not be fun to say the least.  I thought the setting was highly original and highly creepy.  I absolutely love Arianne and Penn and appreciated their quirky characters.  Once again I seem to enjoy the secondary characters way more than I do the main characters.  I’m starting to realize this is a common theme for me… Anyway I really enjoyed Luce’s character, despite the fact that she went goo goo eyed the very first day she arrived at the school.  (Does anyone else notice the fact that all teen/dark romance novels lately all have the main character meet the love interest in a school and immediately feel some connection with the hot bad ass guy?  I’m just saying here.  Please get a different story line.  *rolls eyes* ) Anywho, my little rant aside,  it really was a good book.  I don’t understand why everyone who has read it was so confused by the ending.  I mean clearly it was only put there to entice us to read the next one.  It wasn’t confusing for me because I knew I’d find out what exactly was going on in the next one, which I am eagerly awaiting by the way.   So really it was a decent book.  I think I’m just kind of depressed because I don’t have internet connection while I’m writing this…