About a month ago I mentioned that I was reading Eleanor & Park. I failed to mention that I finished it several weeks ago. It was fantastic; I loved it.
I loved it so much, in fact, that I decided to follow it up with another of Rainbow Rowell’s books, Fangirl. I positively adored it (there was no dread with this book). That book that I chose to finish instead of writing a decent blog post? That was Fangirl.
The remarkable thing, to me, is how Ms. Rowell manages to write one character after another that is my spirit animal. Both Eleanor and Park are my spirit animals (in different ways, of course), and I love them both to death. And then there’s Fangirl‘s Cath, who is even more my spirit animal. I find myself wanting to write fan fiction about Cath, which is pretty much the most Cath-like thing I could do.
Many thanks to the many people who had good things to say about these fabulous books (including, but not limited to, the always-wonderful John Green). And many thanks to my brother and sister-in-law who got them for me for Christmas.
See guys, YA literature doesn’t have to be dystopian to be awesome (though it helps).
I’ve got 30 pages left in my book…
And I really should be sleeping…
And I’m afraid there’s just no time for blogging tonight. That’s just the way it is sometimes.
There’s even a theme and everything 🙂
- If anyone wants to buy me a gift for no reason whatsoever, may I humbly suggest any of this Jane Austen swag (particularly the Captain Wentworth t-shirt) or this Pride & Prejudice swag. (I’m not kidding about the Captain Wentworth t-shirt.)
- I’d never considered doing a reading challenge that didn’t come with a pizza bribe, but this reading bingo challenge looks like fun. And there’s even a bingo card specifically for YA, which is awesome.
- You know what’s not awesome? Book banning. Opposing Charlotte’s Web because talking animals are blasphemous?!? I can’t even… (People sure seem to spend a lot of time worrying about what is or is not offensive to God. Don’t you think God has better things to do than be offended by the talking animals in a book?)
- Confession: I haven’t read all of the New Yorker‘s profile of Jennifer Weiner yet, but I will.
- This has nothing to do with reading, but at one point in this video the polar bear cub looks exactly like one of my stuffed animals, so I’m gonna share it. (I think said stuffed animal is in my closet; I should look for it.)
- Mark Wahlberg was on Craig Ferguson’s show the other night, which led to me showing my parents this music video. The song’s been stuck in my head ever since.
Okay, the theme kind of died at the end, but 5 out of 7 is pretty good.
You guys, I just finished Allegiant. I can’t think about anything else right now.
I read 300 pages of Allegiant today. I’m dying to read more, but I need to go to sleep. Not because I want to go to sleep (although I am tired), but because sleep is more important now that I’m working again (in the sense that I can’t sleep late the next morning if I stay up all night reading).
Stupid jobs, always ruining everything. (But I am grateful for this job and not just because it allowed me to buy Allegiant in the first place.)
I had an interview yesterday for a temp job that would’ve been perfect: easy data entry, ending in December. Perfect. (It’s why I wanted good vibes yesterday.)
Alas, it was not to be. They chose the other candidate because she’s bilingual. C’est la vie.
But here’s why I’m bummed I didn’t get it: if I had gotten the job I could’ve justified buying Allegiant. (It’s not weird. Well, maybe it is a little.) The worst part is that I had resigned myself to waiting for Christmas to get my hands on Allegiant, but then I got hope and now I’m sad all over again. Stupid hope.
You know how I sometimes lose track of time while reading and only emerge to write a very short post on my blog? Well, it turns out that can happen just as easily when I’m re-reading. For instance, I’m three chapters from the end of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and I can’t wait to jump back in. The end is the best part of Chamber of Secrets after all. I just hope I don’t decide to start reading Prisoner of Azkaban when I’m done. (There’s a good chance I will, though, since it’s my favorite Harry Potter book.)