Let's Talk!: What I Thought Was True by: Huntley Fitzpatrick

Saturday, February 28, 2015

What I Thought Was True

What I Thought Was TrueAuthor: Huntley Fitzpatrick
Pages: 422
Published by: Dial Books for Young Readers
Published on:  April 15th 2014
From the acclaimed author of My Life Next Door comes a swoony summertime romance full of expectation and regret, humor and hard questions. Gwen Castle has never so badly wanted to say good-bye to her island home till now: the summer her Biggest Mistake Ever, Cassidy Somers, takes a job there as the local yard boy. He's a rich kid from across the bridge in Stony Bay, and she hails from a family of fishermen and housecleaners who keep the island's summer people happy. Gwen worries a life of cleaning houses will be her fate too, but just when it looks like she'll never escape her past—or the island—Gwen's dad gives her some shocking advice. Sparks fly and secret histories unspool as Gwen spends a gorgeous, restless summer struggling to resolve what she thought was true—about the place she lives, the people she loves, and even herself—with what really is. A magnetic, push-you-pull-me romance with depth, this is for fans of Sarah Dessen, Jenny Han, and Deb Caletti.

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I liked My Life Next Door. I disliked What I Thought Was True. I thought this book wasn't very eventful, I couldn't read it without getting bored, and the one thing that kept me alive and still reading is gone. So yeah, I think you would understand why I didn't enjoy the book. The characters were great. It was a great set of characters the but the events...not so much. That's all. If you are a patient person when it comes to books you may  really enjoy it. You may not. That depends on you.

The Epic Reads Tag!

Friday, February 27, 2015

This tag was created by Epic Reads (HarperTeen) and it's basically where you answer a bunch of questions made my the Epic Reads team! If you would like to see Aubry and Margot's videos here they are. Now here are my responses to the tag. (No one tagged me and these images are not mine)

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One author I would love to invite for tea would be either Gayle Forman, Suzanne Collins, Rick Riordan, Cassandra Clare, Morgan Matson, JK Rowling, or Jenny Han. Haha yes my list of long huh? One of those authors and I would love to have tea with (Oh jesus here comes a huge list of characters) Lara Jean, Peter K (Jenny Han), Leila (Adi Alsaid), Percy, Annabeth (Rick Riordan), Bianca or Wesley (Kody Keplinger). So yes I have a huge list for this questions. Whoops.

Prequel....hmmm....This is hard. Well one book I wish the author would write a prequel for probably be Let's Get Lost by Adi Alsaid. (Adi, if you're reading this...). I just want to know more about Leila before the book and how her past was. 

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Dang, wow this is hard. Okay I'm going to try to disregard all my ships and OTPs for this question...Let me think. Hmmmm. I feel so scared to ship the wrong people together and you all are going to judge me. I would ship Gwen form What I Thought was True and Peter from To All The Boy's I've Loved Before. Oh jeez *shields from all the judging and and shame because I just broke some OTPs*

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If I ran into JK Rowling I would freak out, hug her, and say "Thank you for writing such great books and basically inspiring to me read more."

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The book(s) that made me a reader would have to first be Hunger Games then Harry Potter. I first read Hunger Games when the movie was coming out and then Harry Potter after. Then I just dove into the reading world. Of course, I read books before that but just not as much.

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Hah, okay first of all WHAT A HORRIBLE THOUGHT FOR A BOOKSHELF TO BE CAUGHT ON FIRE. The book I would save though has to one of my signed copies. Probably my Legend signed copy (trying not to brag here) because Legend is one of my favorite series and my signed copy is very valuable to me.

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I would love to live in the Legend world (The Republic right?) because it seems like a cool place to live. Rich and poor. I don't know, it is a pretty corrupted world but at least it's the one that doesn't get blown to bits completely...?

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Wow, okay this is a hard question. That read would have to probably be The Duff because I finished the thing in a day and I haven't done that in so long. Lately I have been very slow with my reading because blogging and homework takes up a lot of time. I've been debating on just going on a hiatus so I can catch up on reading but I will definitely let y'all know when I do.

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Yay! The fun part! Okay, well I tag you, the reader, and the following people below:
Genissa @ A Story Diary
Amber and Jessica @ The Book Bratz
Jessica @ Fly to Fiction

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I promise you I did it.

So tell me: Answer one of the questions above or link up the tag if you did it! I would to read it. :)

Harry Potter Moment of the Week: Best DADA (Defense of Dark Arts) Teacher

Thursday, February 26, 2015

This is a meme I started and thought I’d (with a lot of help from Ula @Blog of Erised) that I’d make a schedule of the posts to come if anyone wants to join in :). The aim of this meme is to share with fellow bloggers a character, spell, chapter, object, quote etc. from the books/ films/ J. K. Rowling herself or anything Potter related! Each topic will be posted on this page for the week. There will also be free week where everyone can decide whatever topic they want! Hope you enjoy!

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Favorite DADA Teacher?

Okay so here is a little refresher on the different DADA teachers throughout the years:
Year one: Quirrel
Year two: Lockhart
Year three: Lupin
Year four: Mad Eye (Barty Crouch Jr)
Year five: Umbridge (Umbitch)
Year six: Snape (Hah finally!)

Based on the list above I hope you can tell who I'm about to choose. Okay take a guess now. Who would Kaitlin like the most out of the list above? If you guessed Lupin you are correct! This guy is obviously a very important person in this series and I was so devastated when Tonks and Lupin died and they never got to see Teddy grow up and oh my goodness I always hate talking about the deaths going on in Harry Potter. But I loved Lupin being the DADA teacher because, well he was the only one I liked and the one that didn't be a jerk to Harry. All the other teachers I hated (except for Snape but he was a jerk to Harry) or just were really bad teachers you feel? Now....a gif of Lupin handpicked by Kaitlin!

Also: I found this on the wiki and I'm crying right now!

Tonks: "I don't care either, I don't care! I've told you a million times [...] "
Remus: "And I've told you a million times, that I am too old for you, too poor....too dangerous...."
Molly Weasley: "I've said all along you're taking a ridiculous line on this, Remus."
Remus: "I am not being ridiculous. Tonks deserves somebody young and whole."
Arthur Weasley: "But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so."

Bye...going to cry because of Harry Potter...

So tell me: Favorite DADA teacher?

Waiting on Wednesday #2

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme created by Breaking The Spine.

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Book I am Excited to be Published:

Even When You Lie To Me

Even When You Lie to MeAuthor: Jessica Alcott
Pages: 352
Publisher: Crown Books for Young Readers
Publishing on: June 9th 2015
Fans of John Green's Looking for Alaska as well as Lauren Oliver and Sarah Dessen will embrace this provocative debut novel, an exploration of taboo love set against the backdrop of a suburban high school. Charlie, a senior, isn't looking forward to her last year of high school. Another year of living in the shadow of her best friend, Lila. Another year of hiding behind the covers of her favorite novels. Another year of navigating her tense relationship with her perfectionist mom. But everything changes when she meets her new English teacher. Mr. Drummond is smart. Irreverent. Funny. Hot. Everyone loves him. And Charlie thinks he's the only one who gets her. She also thinks she might not be the only one with a crush. In this stunning debut, Jessica Alcott explores relationships-and their boundaries-in a way that is both searingly honest and sympathetic.

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Why am I excited for this book to be published?

I haven't read a book where the protagonist may like the teacher and it is also a debut author book. For a debut, this book seems like something I would love to read. It seems fun, interesting, and a finding yourself book. Also, the cover is beautiful. I am really excited for Even When You Lie To Me.

Seize the Tuesday #17

Tuesday, February 24, 2015


Seize the Tuesday is a book blogger meme created by Adi Alsaid and the Let’s Get Lost Buddies Street Team, to share stories about how we’ve seized the Tuesday, with a special focus on the particular book we’re reading. We’ll post on as many Tuesdays as possible and share our posts online with the hashtag:#LetsAllGetLost. If you loved Let’s Get Lost then join the LGL Buddies on Facebook and help promote the book!

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Alice in Zombieland

Alice in Zombieland (White Rabbit Chronicles, #1)Author: Gena Showalter
Pages: 404
Published by: Harlequin Teen
Published on: September 25th 2012
She won’t rest until she’s sent every walking corpse back to its grave. Forever. Had anyone told Alice Bell that her entire life would change course between one heartbeat and the next, she would have laughed. From blissful to tragic, innocent to ruined? Please. But that’s all it took. One heartbeat. A blink, a breath, a second, and everything she knew and loved was gone. Her father was right. The monsters are real…. To avenge her family, Ali must learn to fight the undead. To survive, she must learn to trust the baddest of the bad boys, Cole Holland. But Cole has secrets of his own, and if Ali isn’t careful, those secrets might just prove to be more dangerous than the zombies…. 
I wish I could go back and do a thousand things differently. I'd tell my sister no. I'd never beg my mother to talk to my dad. I'd zip my lips and swallow those hateful words. Or, barring all of that, I'd hug my sister, my mom and my dad one last time.

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How did I Seize the Tuesday?

How is everyone today! Welcome to Tuesday evening. Yay? I am currently writing this about half an hour before I need to leave to watch the Duff. That's how I'm Seizing my Tuesday. Watching a nice movie, even if I have some stuff to do. Sometimes you just got to screw all your responsibilities and just get some time for yourself you know? I read the Duff last week and got my review out yesterday! If you want to read that feel free. I know the movie is super different from the book and is a lot more appropriate than the book so I'm excited for that. Funny story. The friend I am going with to watch the movie actually was very skeptical to watch it because I explained to her the BOOK plot and she didn't hear me say the movie was a different plot. Later she Skypes me telling me we shouldn't watch it because it seems very inappropriate. Yup, so that happened. Almost didn't get to see the movie, but I will! If you have seen it tell me how you feel about it and watch out my movie review later this week. :)

So how can you Seize the Tuesday? Well go outside, learn something new, pamper yourself! Spread around this Seizing and enjoy the day! Or should I say…Seize?

So tell me: How have you Seize the Tuesday?


Exciting Announcement(s)!

Monday, February 23, 2015

Hey everyone! Welcome to Monday. Yes yes, no one wants the weekend to end but how else are we going to get education/money? Mondays..that's how. I didn't want to go to Monday so badly to the point where I woke up late. Yup, I thought I set my alarm but didn't. That's why today's Let's Talk! was late. Didn't have time to edit and post it this morning. Whoops. That's not why I am here though. (Currently writing this during class hehe) I have some announcements to make! No, no I will not be moving blogs or anything like that. Soon you will be seeing more of be around the blogging world. Yay? So if you didn't know, last month the girls at Lit Up Review were looking for contributes and I applied! Then yesterday I found out I had been accepted as a contributor!
So starting in March me and six other girls will be posting reviews! Yay! I love the Lit Up team and their blog so this is some exciting stuff here. If you want to follow them feel free and look out for my posts in the future!

There is also another announcement. I have mentioned this before but never got super in depth with it. My friends and I are creating a book blog together! It's me and two other girls and we are going to be posting reviews, memes, recommendations, and more bookish junk! Yay! We may get that started in March but that may have to be postponed to later. Look out for more of the in the future if you want. Thank you for reading this quick post and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. 

So tell me: Anything excited going on in your life?

Let's Talk!: The Duff by: Kody Keplinger

The Duff

The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat FriendAuthor: Kody Keplinger
Pages: 280
Publisher: Little Brown/Poppy
Published on: January 1st 2010
Seventeen-year-old Bianca Piper is cynical and loyal, and she doesn’t think she’s the prettiest of her friends by a long shot. She’s also way too smart to fall for the charms of man-slut and slimy school hottie Wesley Rush. In fact, Bianca hates him. And when he nicknames her “the Duff,” she throws her Coke in his face. But things aren’t so great at home right now, and Bianca is desperate for a distraction. She ends up kissing Wesley. Worse, she likes it. Eager for escape, Bianca throws herself into a closeted enemies-with-benefits relationship with him. Until it all goes horribly awry. It turns out Wesley isn’t such a bad listener, and his life is pretty screwed up, too. Suddenly Bianca realizes with absolute horror that she’s falling for the guy she thought she hated more than anyone.

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I finished this book in one day. Guys, I don't think you understand how happy I am with myself. I haven't finished a book within a day for so long and it feels so good to be ahead of my Goodreads challenge right now. Haha. I read this book because, well it was going to become a movie and it has been on my TBR for awhile now and I actually really enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I love the characters and the flow of events that went on. If you like the chick lit kind of books, I would go for the Duff.

Let's Talk!: Proxy by: Alex London

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Proxy

Proxy (Proxy, #1)Author: Alex London
Pages: 384
Published by: Speak
Published on: June 18th 2013
Syd’s life is not his own. As a proxy he must to pay for someone else's crimes. When his patron Knox crashes a car and kills someone, Syd is branded and sentenced to death. The boys realize the only way to beat the system is to save each other so they flee. The ensuing cross-country chase will uncover a secret society of rebels, test the boys' resolve, and shine a blinding light onto a world of those who owe and those who pay. This fast-paced thrill ride of a novel is full of breakneck action, shocking twists and heart-hammering suspense that will have readers gasping until the very last page. This edition includes a exclusive bonus story featuring Syd and Knox!

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 This book has been on my shelf for awhile now and I enjoyed it. However, it took me awhile to get into it. I was thinking I wasn't going to like this book because all I wanted to do was read about Knox. The first few chapters of Syd were really boring but after the part where we get back to Knox's chapter it got interesting. Unfortunately I wasn't thoroughly entertained until about the last few chapters. Other than that, the characters in this book were absolutely so great to read from and I am really excited to get to the next book. The world they live in is very interesting and some place I may want to live in. Maybe, just maybe. If you like dystopian novels go for Proxy!

Month9Books Friday Cover Reveal: Nobody’s Goddess (Excerpt and Giveaway)

Friday, February 20, 2015

Welcome to this week’s M9B Friday Reveal!
This week, we will be unveiling the prologue for

Nobody’s Goddess (The Never Veil #1) by Amy McNulty

presented by Month9Books!
Be sure to enter the giveaway found at the end of the post!

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Nobody’s Goddess

Nobody's Goddess (The Never Veil #1)
Author: Amy McNulty
Pages: 274
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Publication date: April 21, 2015
In a village of masked men, magic compels each man to love only one woman and to follow the commands of his “goddess” without question. A woman may reject the only man who will love her if she pleases, but she will be alone forever. And a man must stay masked until his goddess returns his love—and if she can’t or won’t, he remains masked forever. Seventeen-year-old Noll isn't in the mood to celebrate. Her childhood friends have paired off and her closest companion, Jurij, found his goddess in Noll’s own sister. Desperate to find a way to break this ancient spell, Noll instead discovers why no man has ever chosen her. Thus begins a dangerous game between the choice of woman versus the magic of man. And the stakes are no less than freedom and happiness, life and death—and neither is willing to lose.

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Prologue
When I had real friends, I was the long-lost queen of the elves.
A warrior queen who hitched up her skirt and wielded a blade. Who held her retainers in thrall. Until they left me for their goddesses.
Love. A curse that snatches friends away.
One day, when only two of my retainers remained, the old crone who lived on the northern outskirts of the village was our prey. It was twenty points if you spotted her. Fifty points if you got her to look at you. A hundred points if she started screaming at you.
You won for life if you got close enough to touch her.
“Noll, please don’t do this,” whispered Jurij from behind the wooden kitten mask covering his face. Really, his mother still put him in kitten masks, even though eleven was too old for a boy to be wearing kittens and bunnies. Especially ones that looked likely to get eaten for breakfast by as much as a weasel.
“Shut up, I want to see this!” cried Darwyn. Never a kitten, Darwyn always wore a wolf mask. Yet behind the nasty tooth-bearing wolf grin—one of my father’s better masks—he was very much a fraidycat.
Darwyn shoved Jurij aside so he could crouch behind the bush that was our threadbare cover. Jurij nearly toppled over, but I caught him and set him gently upright. Sometimes I didn’t know if Jurij realized who was supposed to be serving whom. Queens shouldn’t have to keep retainers from falling.
“Quiet, both of you.” I scanned the horizon. Nothing. All was still against the northern mountains save for the old crone’s musty shack with its weakly smoking chimney. The edges of my skirt had grazed the dusty road behind us, and I hitched it up some more so my mother wouldn’t notice later. If she didn’t want me to get the blasted thing dirty, she should have let me wear Jurij’s trousers, like I had been that morning. That got me a rap on the back of the head with a wooden spoon, a common occurrence when I was queen. It made me look too much like a boy, she scolded, and that would cause a panic.
“Are you going or not?” Darwyn was not one for patience.
“If you’re so eager, why don’t you go?” I snapped back.
Darwyn shook his wolf-head. “Oh, no, not me.”
I grinned. “That’s because you’re scared.”
Darwyn’s muffled voice grew louder. He stood beside me and puffed out his chest. “I am not! I’ve been in the commune.”
I poked toward his chest with Elgar, my trusty elf-blade. “Liar! You have not.”
Darwyn jumped back, evading my blow. “I have too! My uncle lives there!” He swatted his hand at Elgar. “Get that stick away from me.”
“It’s not a stick!” Darwyn never believed me when I said that Elgar was the blade of a warrior. It just happened to resemble a tree branch.
Jurij’s quiet voice entered the fray. “Your uncle lives there? That’s awful.” I was afraid he might cry and the tears would get caught up in the black material that covered his eyes. I didn’t want him to drown behind the wooden kitty face. He’d vanish into thin air like everyone else did when they died, and then we’d be staring down at Jurij’s clothes and the little kitten mask on the ground, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from giggling. Some death for a warrior.
Darwyn shrugged and ran a hand over his elbow. “He moved in there before I was born. I think a weaver lady was his goddess. It’s not so strange. Didn’t your aunt send her man there, Jurij?”
Jurij was sniffling. Sniffling. He tried to rub at his nose, but every time he moved the back of his hand up to his face, it just clunked against the button that represented the kitten’s nose.
I sighed and patted Jurij on the back. “A queen’s retainer must never cry, Jurij.”
Darwyn laughed. “Are you still playing that? You’re no queen, Noll!”
I stopped patting Jurij and balled my hands into fists. “Be quiet, Darwyn! You used to play it, too!”
Darwyn put two fingers over his wolf-mask mouth, a gesture we had long ago decided would stand for the boys sticking out their tongues. Although Darwyn was the only one who ever did it as of late. “Like I’d want to do what some girl tells me! Girls aren’t even blessed by love!”
“Of course they are!” It was my turn to put the two fingers over my mouth. I had a tongue, but a traitorous retainer like Darwyn wasn’t worthy of the effort it took to stick it out. “Just wait until you find your goddess, and then we’ll see! If she turns out to be me, I’ll make sure you rot away in the commune with the rest of the unloved men.”
Darwyn lunged forward and tackled me. My head dragged against the bush before it hit the ground, but it still hurt; I could feel the swelling underneath the tangled knots in my hair. Elgar snapped as I tried to get a grip on my attacker. I kicked and shoved him, and for a moment, I won the upper hand and rolled on top of him, almost punching him in the face. Remembering the mask, I settled for giving him a good smack in the side, but then he kicked upward and caught me in the chest, sending me backward.
“Stop!” pleaded Jurij. He was standing between us now, the little timid kitten watching first one friend and then the other, like we were a dangling string in motion.
“Stay out of this!” Darwyn jumped to his feet and pointed at me. “She thinks she’s so high and mighty, and she’s not even someone’s goddess yet!”
“I’m only twelve, idiot! How many goddesses are younger than thirteen?” A few, but not many. I scrambled to my feet and sent my tongue out at him. It felt good knowing he couldn’t do the same to me, after all. My head ached. I didn’t want him to see the tears forming in my eyes, though, so I ground my teeth once I drew my tongue inward.
“Yeah, well, it’ll be horrible for whoever finds the goddess in you!” Darwyn made to lunge at me again, but this time Jurij shoved both his hands at Darwyn’s chest to stop him.
“Just stop,” commanded Jurij. Finally. That was a good retainer.
My eyes wandered to the old crone’s cottage. No sign of her. How could she fail to hear the epic struggle outside her door? Maybe she wasn’t real. Maybe just seeing her was worth twenty points after all.
“Get out of my way, you baby!” shouted Darwyn. “So what happens if I pull off your mask when your queen is looking, huh? Will you die?”
His greedy fingers reached toward Jurij’s wooden animal face. Even from behind, I could see the mask tip dangerously to one side, the strap holding it tightly against Jurij’s dark curls shifting. The strap broke free, flying up over his head.
My mouth opened to scream. My hands reached up to cover my eyes. My eyelids strained to close, but it felt as if the moment had slowed and I could never save him in time. Such simple things. Close your eyes. Cover your eyes. Scream.
“DO NOT FOOL WITH SUCH THINGS, CHILD!”
A dark, dirty shawl went flying onto the bush that we had ruined during our fight.
I came back to life. My head and Darwyn’s wolf mask spun toward the source of the sound. As my head turned, I saw—even though I knew better than to look—Jurij crumple to the ground, clinging both arms across his face desperately because his life depended on it.
“Your eyes better be closed, girl!” The old crone bellowed. Her own eyes were squeezed together.
I jumped and shut my eyes tightly.
“Hold that shawl tightly over your face, boy, until you can wear your mask properly!” screamed the old crone. “Off with you both, boys! Now! Off with you!”
I heard Jurij and Darwyn scrambling, the rustle of the bush and the stomps of their boots as they fled, panting. I thought I heard a scream—not from Jurij, but from Darwyn. He was the real fraidycat. An old crone was no match for the elf queen’s retainers. But the queen herself was far braver. So I told myself over and over in my head.
When the last of their footsteps faded away, and I was sure that Jurij was safe from my stare, I looked.
Eyes. Huge, bulbous, dark brown eyes. Staring directly into mine.
The crone’s face was so close I could smell the shriveled decay from her mouth. She grabbed me by the shoulders, shaking me. “What were you thinking? You held that boy’s life in your hands! Yet you stood there like a fool, just starin’ as his mask came off.”
My heart beat faster, and I gasped for more air, but I wanted to avoid inhaling her stench. “I’m sorry, Ingrith,” I mumbled. I thought if I used her real name, if I let her lecture me like all the other adults, it would help me break free from her grasp. I twisted and pulled, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch her. I had this notion that if I touched her, my fingers would decay.
“Sorry is just a word. Sorry changes nothing.”
“Let me go.” I could still feel her dirty nails on my skin.
“You watch yourself, girl.”
“Let me go!”
The crone’s lips grew tight and puckered. Her fingers relaxed ever so slightly. “You children don’t realize. The lord is watching. Always watching—”
I knew what she was going to say, the words so familiar to me that I knew them as well as if they were my own. “And he will not abide villagers who forget the first goddess’s teachings.” The sentence seemed to loosen the crone’s fingers. She opened her mouth to speak, but I broke free and ran.
My eyes fell to the grass below my feet as I cut across the fields to get away from the monster. On the borders of the eastern woods was a lone cottage, home of Gideon the woodcarver, a warm and comfortable place so much fuller of life than the shack I left behind me. When I was near the woods, I could look up freely since the trees blocked the eastern mountains from view. But until I got closer …
“Noll! Wait up!”
My eyes snapped upward on instinct. I saw the upper boughs of the trees and almost screamed, my gaze falling back to the grass beneath my feet. I stopped running and let the gentle rustlings of footsteps behind me catch up.
“Jurij, please.” I sighed and turned around to face him, my eyes still on the grass and the pair of small dark boots that covered his feet. Somehow he managed to step delicately through the grass, not disturbing a single one of the lilies that covered the hilltops. “Don’t scare me like that. I almost looked at the castle.”
The toe of Jurij’s boot dug a little into the dirt. “Oh. Sorry.”
“Is your mask on?”
The boot stopped moving, and the tip of a black shawl dropped into my view. “Oh. Yeah.”
I shook my head and raised my eyes. There was no need to fear looking up to the west. In the distance, the mountains that encircled our village soared far beyond the western fields of crops. I liked the mountains. From the north, the south, and the west, they embraced our village with their jagged peaks. In the south, they watched over our fields of livestock. In the north, they towered above a quarry for copper and stone. And in the east, they led home and to the woods. But no girl or woman could ever look up when facing the east. Like the faces of men and boys before their Returnings, just a glance at the castle that lay beyond the woods against the eastern mountains spelled doom. The earth would shake and threaten to consume whoever broke the commandment not to look.
It made walking home a bit of a pain, to say the least.
“Tell me something important like that before you sneak up on me.”
Jurij’s kitten mask was once again tight against his face, if askew. The strap was a bit tangled in his dark curls and the pointed tip of one of his ears. “Right. Sorry.”
He held out the broken pieces of Elgar wrapped in the dirty black shawl. He seemed very retainer-like. I liked that. “I went to give this back to the—the lady. She wasn’t there, but you left Elgar.”
I snatched the pieces from Jurij’s hands. “You went back to the shack? What were you going to say? ‘Sorry we were spying on you pretending you were a monster, thanks for the dirty old rag?’”
“No.” Jurij crumpled up the shawl and tucked it under his belt. A long trail of black cloth tumbled out immediately, making Jurij look like he had on half a skirt.
I laughed. “Where’s Darwyn?”
“Home.”
Of course. I found out later that Darwyn had whined straight to his mother that “nasty old Noll” almost knocked his mask off. It was a great way to get noticed when you had countless brothers and a smitten mother and father standing between you and any form of attention. But it didn’t have the intended effect on me. I was used to lectures, and besides, there was something more important bothering me by then.
I picked up my feet to carry me back home.
Jurij skipped forward to join me. One of his boots stumbled as we left the grasses behind and hit the dirt path. “What happened with you and the crone?”
I gripped the pieces of Elgar tighter in my fist. “Nothing.” I stopped, relieved that we’d finally gotten close enough to the woods that I could face forward. I put an arm on Jurij’s shoulder to stop him. “But I touched her.” Or she touched me. “That means I win forever.”
The kitten face cocked a little sideways. “You always win.”
“Of course. I’m the queen.” I tucked the broken pieces of Elgar into my apron sash. Elgar was more of a title, bestowed on an endless number of worthy sticks, but in those days I wouldn’t have admitted that to Jurij. “Come on. I’ll give you a head start. Race you to the cavern!”
“The cavern? But it’s—”
“Too late! Your head start’s over!” I kicked my feet up and ran as if that was all my legs knew how to do. The cool breeze slapping across my face felt lovely as it flew inside my nostrils and mouth. I rushed past my home, not bothering to look inside the open door.
“Stop! Stop! Noll, you stop this instant!”
The words were something that could easily come out of a mother’s mouth, but Mother had a little more patience than that. And her voice didn’t sound like a fragile little bird chirping at the sun’s rising. “Noll!”
I was just an arm’s length from the start of the trees, but I stopped, clutching the sharp pain that kicked me in the side.
“Oh dear!” Elfriede walked out of our house, the needle and thread she was no doubt using to embroider some useless pattern on one of the aprons still pinched between two fingers. My sister was a little less than a year older than me, but to my parents’ delight (and disappointment with me), she was a hundred times more responsible.
“Boy, your mask!” Elfriede never did learn any of my friends’ names. Not that I could tell her Roslyn from her Marden, either. One giggling, delicate bird was much like another.
She walked up to Jurij, who had just caught up behind me. She covered her eyes with her needle-less hand, but I could see her peeking between her fingers. I didn’t think that would actually protect him if the situation were as dire as she seemed to think.
“It’s crooked.” Elfriede’s voice was hoarse, almost trembling. I rolled my eyes.
Jurij patted his head with both hands until he found the bit of the strap stuck on one of his ears. He pulled it down and twisted the mask until it lined up evenly.
I could hear Elfriede’s sigh of relief from where I was standing. She let her fingers fall from her face. “Thank the goddess.” She considered Jurij for a moment. “There’s a little tear in your strap.”
Without asking, she closed the distance between them and began sewing the small tear even as the mask sat on his head. From how tall she stood above him, she might have been ten years older instead of only two.
I walked back toward them, letting my hands fall. “Don’t you think that’s a little stupid? What if the mask slips while you’re doing that?”
Elfriede’s cheeks darkened and she yanked the needle up, pulling her instrument free of the thread and tucking the extra bit into the mask strap. She stood back and glared at me. “Don’t you talk to me about being stupid, Noll. All that running isn’t safe when you’re with boys. Look how his mask was moving.”
His mask had moved for even more dangerous reasons than a little run, but I knew better than to tell tattletale Elfriede that. “How would you know what’s safe when you’re with boys? You’re already thirteen, and no one has found the goddess in you!” Darwyn’s taunt was worth reusing, especially since I knew my sister would be more upset about it than I ever was.
Elfriede bit her lip. “Go ahead and kill your friends, then, for all I care!” The bird wasn’t so beautiful and fragile where I was concerned.
She retreated into the house and slammed the door behind her. I wrapped my hand around Jurij’s arm, pulling him eastward. “Come on. Let’s go. There’re bound to be more monsters in the cavern.”
Jurij didn’t give beneath my pull. He wouldn’t move.
“Jurij?”
I knew right then, somewhere in my mind, what had happened. But I was twelve. And Jurij was my last real friend. I knew he’d leave me one day like the others, but on some level, I didn’t really believe it yet.
Jurij stood stock still, even as I wrenched my arm harder and harder to get him to move.
“Oh for—Jurij!” I yelled, dropping my hands from his arm in frustration. “Ugh. I wish I was your goddess just so I could get you to obey me. Even if that means I’d have to put up with all that—yuck—smooching.” I shivered at the thought.
At last Jurij moved, if only to lift his other arm, to run his fingers across the strap that Elfriede had mended. She was gone from my sight, but Jurij would never see another.
It struck them all. Sometime around Jurij’s age, the boys’ voices cracked, shifting from high to deep and back again in a matter of a few words. They went from little wooden-faced animals always shorter than you to young men on their way to towering over you. And one day, at one moment, at some age, earlier for some and later for others, they looked at a girl they’d probably seen thousands of times before and simply ceased to be. At least, they weren’t who I knew them to be ever again.
And as with so many of my friends before Jurij, in that moment all other girls ceased to matter. I was nothing to him now, an afterthought, a shadow, a memory.
No.
Not him.
My dearest, my most special friend of all, now doomed to live or die by the choice of the fragile little bird who’d stopped to mend his strap.

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Harry Potter Moment of the Week: Favorite Trelawney Prophecy?

Thursday, February 19, 2015


This is a meme I started and thought I’d (with a lot of help from Ula @Blog of Erised) that I’d make a schedule of the posts to come if anyone wants to join in :). The aim of this meme is to share with fellow bloggers a character, spell, chapter, object, quote etc. from the books/ films/ J. K. Rowling herself or anything Potter related! Each topic will be posted on this page for the week. There will also be free week where everyone can decide whatever topic they want! Hope you enjoy!

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What is your Favorite Trelawney Prophecy?

Oh my goodness. I don't even remember half the prophecies so let me just pull up the wiki...Okay that would be "The Servant Rejoins His Master." I always thought Sybil was pretty freaky but she is super cool. If you don't know the prophecy here it is:

"It will happen tonight. The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight... the servant will break free and set out to rejoin his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever he was. Tonight... before midnight...the servant...will set out...to rejoin...his master...."

This prophecy was pretty epic and persist...I mean it did happen but it was too epic! Now...I present to you...a Trelawney gif! Hand picked by me. :)
Yay! Hope you have a nice day! Whooo.

So tell me: What is your favorite Trelawney Prophecy?


Let's Talk!: Tease by Amanda Maciel

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Tease

Tease
Author: Amanda Maciel
Pages: 328
Publisher:  Balzer + Bray
Published on: April 29th 2014
From debut author Amanda Maciel comes a provocative and unforgettable novel, inspired by real-life incidents, about a teenage girl who faces criminal charges for bullying after a classmate commits suicide. Emma Putnam is dead, and it's all Sara Wharton's fault. At least, that's what everyone seems to think. Sara, along with her best friend and three other classmates, has been criminally charged for the bullying and harassment that led to Emma's shocking suicide. Now Sara is the one who's ostracized, already guilty according to her peers, the community, and the media. In the summer before her senior year, in between meetings with lawyers and a court-recommended therapist, Sara is forced to reflect on the events that brought her to this moment—and ultimately consider her own role in an undeniable tragedy. And she'll have to find a way to move forward, even when it feels like her own life is over. With its powerful narrative, unconventional point of view, and strong anti-bullying theme, this coming-of-age story offers smart, insightful, and nuanced views on high school society, toxic friendships, and family relationships. Supports the Common Core State Standards..

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Tease was a great read. It stuck to the plot and the characters were great. One thing I loved about was it was written and "now" and "then" form and both times still made me want to continue on with the book. Usually I can't read from "now" and "then" formats of books but Amanda's writing was so great I got through it no problem. I read all types of books so if you just want to read this book, go for it! 

Seize the Tuesday #16

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Seize the Tuesday is a book blogger meme created by Adi Alsaid and the Let’s Get Lost Buddies Street Team, to share stories about how we’ve seized the Tuesday, with a special focus on the particular book we’re reading. We’ll post on as many Tuesdays as possible and share our posts online with the hashtag:#LetsAllGetLost. If you loved Let’s Get Lost then join the LGL Buddies on Facebook and help promote the book!

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What I Thought Was True

What I Thought Was TrueAuthor: Huntely Fitzpatrick
Pages: 422
Publisher: Dial Books for Young Readers
Published on: April 15th 2014
From the acclaimed author of My Life Next Door comes a swoony summertime romance full of expectation and regret, humor and hard questions. Gwen Castle has never so badly wanted to say good-bye to her island home till now: the summer her Biggest Mistake Ever, Cassidy Somers, takes a job there as the local yard boy. He's a rich kid from across the bridge in Stony Bay, and she hails from a family of fishermen and housecleaners who keep the island's summer people happy. Gwen worries a life of cleaning houses will be her fate too, but just when it looks like she'll never escape her past—or the island—Gwen's dad gives her some shocking advice. Sparks fly and secret histories unspool as Gwen spends a gorgeous, restless summer struggling to resolve what she thought was true—about the place she lives, the people she loves, and even herself—with what really is. A magnetic, push-you-pull-me romance with depth, this is for fans of Sarah Dessen, Jenny Han, and Deb Caletti.

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How I Seize the Tuesday?

I have done it. I finally started on my book/story. I have had so many ideas for story plots and concepts and I finally decided to turn the idea into a story. I only have about the prologue and first chapter started. Hopefully I will have to strength to finish and not get lazy about it. I may start needing people to edit the chapters. If you are interested please contact me! If you guys want also I can maybe show you a few chapters but as of now, I'm keeping this one to myself. :) (Update: I finished chapter one! Yay. :))

Also! I made a bookmark for Adi Alsaid's upcoming book Never, Always, Sometimes. It may not be chosen for a bookmark design since there are so much better graphic designers out there but I am very proud of myself on what I have done. If you wanna see it here is the tweet. :)

So how can you Seize the Tuesday? Well go outside, learn something new, pamper yourself! Spread around this Seizing and enjoy the day! Or should I say…Seize?

So tell me: How have you Seize the Tuesday?