This writer’s reading year.

Since everyone else is doing an end-of-year post on their blog, I’m going to do one. Haha. It seems I’m using cliches a lot lately, and it’s kind of fun.

I’ve read a lot of badly written books, and learned a TON about writing, to say the least. I’ve had friend troubles [boy troubles too, if you can call it that], I’ve made great new friends. I finally have a Bookshelf Big Enough to Hold Everything. And without further ado, I have read the following amazing works:

  • Things Not Seen by Andrew Clements – Whoa. Amazing amazing amazing. As I’ve said in an earlier post, this book has such a simplistic and realistic POV that it’ll blow you away. Not for younger readers, but y’know, not everything is. I’ve never really liked science fiction until I read this book.
  • RUTH in the Holy Bible – I kept reading the line ‘Intreat me not to leave thee…’ in My Friend Flicka, and I finally found it in the Bible: Ruth. A beautiful book. Very short and sweet.
  • ESTHER in the Holy Bible – I watched a movie called ‘One Night With The King’ which was VERY loosely based on Esther, and immediately went and read it. LOVE THE BOOK OF ESTHER.
  • The Mozart Season by Virginia Euwer Wolff – though I’m not really into her other works, this happens to be the best music themed book I’ve ever read. I can also really relate to the narrative and the way the book flows… the main character in this book is very realistic. This makes my Top Ten.
  • Marika by Andrea Cheng – Though this writer has a very structured writing style, I still enjoyed this dramatic story about a Jewish girl in Hungary in WWII. The Lace Dowery is also a good book. I found both at the library.
  • Half Broke Horses by Jeanette Walls – This book was written for adults, but my dad bought it for me anyway. xD Though some of it is kind of depressing, I LOVED the narrative. [ROFL what’s new?] This book made me think a little deeper about my own characters and how they think. Pretty deep, even though it’s secular in a way.
  • Benjamin Pratt & The Keepers of the School Series by Andrew Clements – Nautical, school story, hidden panels, ocean… what more could you want? Written very well.
  • The Red Blazer Girls (series) The Vanishing Violin by Micheal D. Beil – BRILLIANTLY HILARIOUS. There was almost too many characters in this book, but they were unique enough so the large enumeration was not a huge deal. I liked the Vanishing Violin a lot more than the first book, but that’s because it’s about music. xD And mystery!

There are many, many more books out there that rock, and I cannot wait to read them in the coming year.


Please Remind Me

Please remind me firmly that I am not on the Newberry Committee. You have to be a librarian to be there, not a writer.

Please remind me that even though I find it humorous that people suggest books by saying “Because who needs Edward OR Jacob”, that doesn’t mean it’s any good when you read about the actual plot.

Please remind me that I’m the only person who thinks that My Friend Flicka is the best YA book ever written, because some peeple are into Chick Lit and Dystopian.

Please recall to my ears the sound of a story read well, and tell me when there is an actually GOOD audio book.

(A switch to 2nd Person) You aren’t a genius, so stop writing about them. (End 2nd Person Narrative)

Don’t forget to nag me about finding another writing contest–one that actually accepts YA writers.

(Switching back to 2nd Person) You silly goof, what are you doing with that character, sending it to college? No, no, that is not how highschool works. Just WRITE it, don’t analyze it. Analyzing is for boring people.

Can’t you make one stinking boyfriend character with a level head? You’re insulting. (End narrative again)

Please remind me that I am the only one annoyed with all theses books and poems about adult… stuff.


Thank you. *answering machine beeps*

Just a quiet evening.

I clean my room every Saturday night. I open my bedroom door to air out the dog aroma that permeates my life inside it’s walls. I work on my novel slowly but surely, then getting up to shove more stuff in my closet. Whomever designed big closets is a genius. I’ve started three blog posts today and didn’t post them.

Earlier, going through the forms of National Novel Writing Insanity, it is clear that everyone is in a pre-postpartum angst. By reading the forums, It wielded a stick at my creativity and said “GO thouest away.” So what did I do? I went to the library. For about a month and a half now, I had not asked to go there. Now, I have 11 books piled like leaves on the other side of my bed from where I sit now. Two nice old Intermediate Algebra/PreCalc volumes. All three ‘Things Not Seen’ books from Andrew Clements, which I was weird enough to get. I hate science fiction, usually. But I remembered Things Hoped For. I bought it a few years back and returned it because I thought it was too morbid. Clements is a genius though, just like the big closet person, and he seems to stop before the line of Too Far. In a weird way. But I’ve always liked his books, [School Story; Last Holiday Concert; Landry News] so maybe I’m making excuses. Either way, I like something about this series. There is a realism that you don’t even notice until you get up and as you’re walking down a flight of stairs, you literally look at your hands to make sure your not invisible like Bobby. Light particles still reflect off your skin. Realism is the best way to suspend disbelief. The narrative in the first book is so human, and it’s just a bunch of words in 11-Point font on a page. It’s got such natural inner dialogue, it actually doesn’t feel offensive to me. And the weird part?

No magic spells. No witches. Not even a werewolf.

Though, one of the characters did flip past a movie with teen vampires eating. He turned off the TV. I did a double-take when I read that, too, and I laughed for irony’s sake.

It is fun to read, and different, and exciting and everything. And even the invisibility thing isn’t put in some creep-o way. It’s compelling. It probably couldn’t even be tagged as fantasy. Ironic, don’tcha think?

So now I have had a break from writing my own dialogue for a bunch of thin brats waltzing around. I did something productive. I’ve closed down the NNWI tabs to banish away all of the bratty complaints and angst. And there are the words. My novel in the other window is there again, and I feel like I’ve taken a nice big sigh.

[From the unpublished archives of last Saturday, a Writer’s Block Day]