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  • Round-up for Weekly Geeks 2009-28

    Last week's assignment involved creating a review or a scene out of random words and a random phrase. Participation was pretty sparse (was it too hard? Are you all on vacation? Were you trying to make it easy on me when I posted the answers?) but those intrepid Geeks who did it wrote such fun posts! If you haven't had a chance to read them, go do it now, before I give away the answers.

    OK, ready? Did you post your guesses in the comments?

    Go ahead, the answers will still be here when you're done, and it won't be nearly as fun if you've already peeked at them.

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    Ready now?

    Let's start with the real books.

    1. First of all, please welcome Gigi, the Solitary Spinster. This was her first WG post and she did such a good job that for a moment I thought she hadn't followed the directions. She reviewed a tattoo book called Body Type, using the random phrase psychological sizing therapy, the sentence, the killer listens and the words orientation, indicator, and regret.

    2. Jason of Moored at Sea is a relatively new Geek, and I enjoyed checking out his blog for the first time. Beautiful poetry, among other things. He did a stunning job modifying an Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem, Aurora Leigh, modifying the random sentence Extremist trade charms a crown to fit the meter, and adding the random words Junior, Adaptor, and Escape.

    3. The book I reviewed is one I got from Mini Book Expo, called Something Drastic. I made up a quote using the random sentence, The debt rattles into the Jack coach, and my random words were robot, slogan, and bus.

    4. Lahni, of Nose in a Book, included a scene from a real book but she didn't tell me which one. Her random words were annoyance, delivery and opening. Her random sentence was The hardened likelihood passes the wish.

    5. At Farm Lane Books, Jackie reviewed a short piece. Yes, F. Scott Fitzgerald really entitled it Mr. Icky, and the quotes are real. Her random words were Happiness, Prize, and Garble, and her random phrase was The jazz lusts through the pot.

    6. Bookworm Kristen used a passage from A Lady Raised High by Laurien Gardner. The added words and phrases were: modeling, sinking, crush, 'furry mixture' and 'The reckless stair weds.'

    7. Emily chose a book about an artist, replacing the artist's name to make it especially tricky to guess. She says, "The entry I came up with is a description of an actual piece of art by installation artist and sculptor Louise Bourgeois, and the actual book referred to is Louise Bourgeois: Memory and Architecture." Her random sentence was The cage closes on a lighted landscape, and her three words were career, minus, and conducting.

    Now, on to the fake books.

    1. Unfinished Person (Just a Reading Fool) kept his short and sweet, using only three sentences to write an intriguingly bizarre scene with the random words wow, Fall, Pumping, and the random sentence, An every realm persists.

    2. By contrast, Coversgirl wrote a scene that was almost a short story in itself (not that it was too long, but she managed to fit in some suspense and a plot!), using the random words: pedestrian, notation, miss; the random sentence: The juice disables an idle independence, and the unnecessary random phrase: worthwhile scarlet.

    3. Another Cookie Crumbles reviewed a fake book, which the random phrase generator entitled Circumferential Dragon. I want to read this one! The random words were drink, taxi and sneak
    and the sentence was The machine despairs.

    4. Gautami made up a book with the randomly phrased title, Seraphic Mandrake. Her random words were Hypothesis, hero and enterprising, and she says, "The random sentences were obvious!" so I think we can assume they are the quotes from the book.

    5. And, saving the first poster for last, Kerrie was inspired by the random phrase Hot Typewriter to review a fake mystery. Her random words were Witch, Neck and Mean, and her random sentence was An urban heaven blinks.

    That's it--but if more come in today, I'll get them added to this post by the end of the weekend.

    How'd you do with the guessing?

  • Weekly Geeks: 2011 - 9 – That word we never use

    Weekly Geeks: 2011 - 9 – That word we never use

    Words make up our daily life, some we we hate, some are never to be spoken and some are so over used we wish they would just disappear.

    Every few years the body in change of maintaining the upkeep of dictionaries do a cull – it’s not yet due for a little while but I do my best to adopt a words every few months just to keep some tried and proven words afloat (that's the way I like to think of it anyhow).

    While I can understand why a cull is needed as with each era, century or decade that passes some words become outdated and things need to be simplier and easier to use and unfortunately words falls into this category that need to be streamlined.
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    Another factor that affects the longevity of words are new phases, new group dynamics or even new tech evolution that have an impact on our social culture like the wave of social networking craze that’s sweeping the nation at the moment, it brings about a whole new set of words that needs to be absorbed into the language database.

    I am definately a pro-word ( meaning culling as little as possible) person, the more convoluted the better for me. In the big scheme of things I am probably a dinosaur – I still use words like Vitamin G, Cognisant and Vacivity. A little of that has to do with my everyday environment and a little bit of stubbornness as well as I find it hard to believe we will eventually loose some "tried and proven" words.

    This weeks challenge has four parts

    1 - I would like to make you all parents and send you over to Save The Word.org to look at all the words that are either not being used enough or are due for a cull probably within the next couple of years. Adopt a word.
    2 – What is your pet peeve word? – the word that makes you grind your teeth with either it’s over use or being used out of context.
    3 – What is a word you adore, or a word that you feel is not used enough. Irrespective of meaning or even era it’s a word that you just love
    4 - Lastly what is your opinon on word culling or the rise in "text speak" that's happening now..

    Please leave you links on comments and do have a great reading week this upcoming week..

  • Weekly Geeks Wrap Up: 2011-9: That Word We Never Use

    Weekly Geeks Wrap Up: 2011-9: That Word We Never Use

    This week had four parts:

    1. Visit Save The Word.org to look at all the words that are either not being used enough or are due for a cull probably within the next couple of years. Adopt a word.
    2. What is your pet peeve word? – the word that makes you grind your teeth with either it’s over use or being used out of context.
    3. What is a word you adore, or a word that you feel is not used enough. Irrespective of meaning or even era it’s a word that you just loveLastly what is your opinon on word culling or the rise in "text speak" that's happening now..
    Several people took on the challenge...

    Erotic Horizon hates the word "basically" and the phrase "like totally"... but there are more words she loves including "propaganda" and "giggles."

    Naida adopted the word 'Senticous' which means prickly or thorny (I like that word too!). She showed a bit of her romantic side when she listed the following words on her "like" list: Passionate, Unrequited, Adonis, Sweetheart, and Bewitch.

    Gigi gave us a wonderful photo collage in addition to answering the questions. She writes:

    I’m in favour of words so I have no problem with new and evolving languages. I wish I was better at learning languages as I love to pepper my speech with foreign words but will only do so if I can explain the foreign word or phrase that I am using.
    Lit Addicted Brit wrote (in part):

    Although I think word culling is sad, I can unfortunately see the purpose. There will always be texts in which you can read the more 'old-fashioned' words and the internet for translating the more obscure. Dictionaries can only hold so much, however, and language must progress. I occasionally encounter 19th century deeds in my day job and am awed by the volume of words used to say the simplest thing! It is elegant and charming but by golly is it hard to make sense of!
    Care had a little fun with the word "Satrrify"...she also wrote:

    As to text speak? ╰☆╮ I am against all dropping of vowels ✫ for the sake of quick typing-texting. ☆ Then again, I have an old phone and texting is just irritating and I would prefer ☆ to talk or email. (Sigh, I am so old…)
    Kristina did not have a pet peeve word, but instead listed some of her least favorite phrases including “it’s a win-win situation” and “just sayin’.”

    Quirky Girls Read wrote:

    I abhor text speak. I barely like it in actual texts. I write out my words in emails and texts. I find it really scary that characters on tv now are saying things such as OMG! and the like. I am all for the evolution of language, but I’m not really into acronyms and shortening things to nothing. Heck, I’m the person that likes to use a person’s whole name. I like nicknames as terms of endearment; however, I really enjoy the way a whole name sounds and will use it regularly (with the person’s blessing, of course).
    And finally, The Diary of a Girl Who Reads Too Much likes the word 'inconspicuous' and is also partial to the word 'chug' (because it's fun to say).

    All the participants had a lot more to say about words than I re-capped here ... so be sure to follow the links to read their entire posts!

    Make sure to drop by tomorrow for a new Weekly Geeks task!

  • Weekly Geeks 2009-28

    Weekly Geeks 2009-28

    Hello, Geeks!

    So, a while ago, Care sent the Weekly Geeks team a very original idea, and I've been toying with it ever since. The words you're reading right now do not fit in with Care's idea, as I understood it. She wanted no explanation, just one word, and "Go!"

    I thought about it, but couldn't resist adding a little more to it.

    Ready?

    Set...

    Go!

    Just kidding. Here's your assignment:

    1. Go to Creativity Tools' random word generator.
    2. Get yourself a random word. Write it down. Then click "new word" to get yourself two more random words, and write them down, too. You should have three words written down.
    3. Now find the random sentence generator and get yourself a sentence, write it down underneath the three words. If you don't like that sentence it's okay to click "new sentence" until you get one you like.
    4. Use the Random Phrase Generator to generate a phrase. Write it down. You may not need this, but keep it handy, just in case. Again, it's okay to go through a couple of phrases before settling on one that works for you.
    5. Now, using the three words from Step 2 and the sentence from Step 3, write one of the following, (but don't tell us which!):

    (a) A book review (if you have an obscure book that many of us won't recognize by the title, this would be a great time to do it--or you could omit or replace the title [see -d- below] just for this week)
    (b) A scene from a book (you'll need to replace some of the words and a phrase with the random ones).
    (c) A scene you make up completely from scratch
    (d) A review of a fake book, using the Random Phrase from Step 4 as your book title

    6. Send me an email at Worducopia/at/gmail/dot/com, with the subject heading Random Post, letting me know if your review or scene was from a real or fake book and what your random words, sentence, and phrase were.
    7. As always, go visit other Weekly Geeks. Try to guess which Geeks have posted fake reviews or scenes, and which used actual books. No fair Googling the phrase as a hint. In the Round-up on Friday, I'll post which were real and which were fake, and you can see how you did.

  • Guest Post: The Graphic Novel

    Today I have a little something different. Last week when I wrote my review for American Born Chinese I couldn't help but think to myself What do I really know about any of this? I've reviewed a decent amount of graphic novels on here, and I read them quite a bit as a kid, but I still feel incredibly awkward reviewing them. I am under the impression that this is the sentiment from a lot of bloggers and readers who are interested in the graphic novel but don't know how to look at it critically. To try and remedy this here and for other people, I asked my graphic novel enthusiast friend Ron to give his thoughts on what exactly makes a good graphic novel and what he looks for. Please check out his thoughts!

    In its simplest form, a graphic novel is a bound collection of comics between floppy covers. It may be part of a series, about six to eight issues, a standalone story, or an omnibus edition, which contains about thirty issues of a single series. Pinning an exact definition down for the term is tricky—there isn’t a concrete set of terms to define things within the medium. For example, in front of me sits Brit, a series of one shot issues—bound like graphic novel collections. But we’ll push the hardcore ontological stuff to the side for now and just focus on sketching out the graphic novel in broad terms.

    The real key to understanding the graphic novel, and comics, is to understand that neither of them are genres. They are mediums, like film or books or even video games. All movies aren’t action films, nor are all comics about superheroes. So, like films and books, there’s something for everyone. Last week, I got my brother hooked on Brian Wood’s series, DMZ, which isn’t about superheroes at all, instead a second American civil war. While superheroes may have the highest profile in the industry (for example, Captain America’s death makes news) there are many individual genres to choose from.

    Reading a graphic novel is also something that needs to be decoded by the reader. There are general guidelines to reading a graphic novel, determined by the positions of captions, panels and bubbles on the page. From both the written and artistic perspectives of the medium, a good graphic novel should never confuse the reader within the page or delay him or her from moving to the next panel in a clean transition. This is of course assuming you’re not dealing with a book that’s intentionally breaking these rules, just like in postmodern fiction.

    But, as avid readers, it’s not all about reading the story from cover to cover and shelving the book. Graphic novels can be analyzed just like the rest of literature, but it may take some getting used to. Though comics are the synthesis of words and images, the brunt of the analysis comes from the image itself, like in film. It uses a very similar visual vocabulary, the borders of the panels act in ways similar to a film frame. If a character takes up most of the panel, it suggests power, the same way it does in film. If the panel is canted, it suggests similar unease. The comic differs from film in that it’s static images, not fluid cuts on a single frame. There is a larger context to panel design in how they work as a whole on the page.

    The filmic analogy, however, doesn’t capture the breadth of actually analyzing a graphic novel: the words are important, too. Most of the text in a graphic novel is dialogue, that’s the way it should be—cluttering the page with explanations of the action is redundant, poor storytelling (postmodern and meta considerations aside).

    Further mish-mashing mediums, the words even have power beyond their literal meanings. Bold words indicate important or stressed words, but the author doesn’t supply an emotional indicator afterwards, like “sadly” or “angrily.” The words don’t just sit on the bottom of the page, like filmic subtitles do. Different fonts can also hold different meanings. In David Mazzuchelli’s atounding Asterios Polyp, each character “speaks” in a unique, creator-designed, font, suggesting their different voices on a symbolic level. Comic book dialogue is unique to individual readers; it’s active reading.

    This dense toolbox gives creators a lot to work with, so readers need to be diligent in identifying the particular tropes a writer or artist is employing. Some creators, like Alan Moore, will use everything at his disposal to construct the comic, while others, like Frank Miller, only use tools to highlight important elements in more standard stories. But much of the time, stories can be absorbed without worrying about postmodern dialectics within the work, or analyzing it as closely as English majors are wont to do. Once the medium is unlocked, the most important thing is to pinpoint interests. Like zombies? Grab the zombie book. Like superheroes? Your choices are plenty. Like Vikings? We’ve those, as well. So next time you find yourself near a comics outlet…stop in and have a look.

    A little too serious for my own good,

    RON.

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us Ron! Be sure to check out Ron's blog Entertainment Etc.

  • Two Spanish words

    Two Spanish words
    Two Spanish words

    I thought you all might want to know how things are going with Merry. She seems to be doing well, for the most part. She still has meltdowns once in a while but she really enjoys having so many other kids around. She sees her cousins all the time and there is also a little girl next door who comes over to visit a lot. She still talks mostly in English but the Spanish words are starting to come out. It is usually a noun here or there, mixed in with the English. For example she'll say "I want a 'galleta' (cookie)" or "I want a 'manzana' (apple). The other day she used two Spanish words together: "We have 'dos manzanas' (two apples)". Today she was playing with the little girl next door and I heard her say "come" (eat). It is really interesting to see how she is starting to pick up Spanish words. It must be frustrating for her at times because the other kids don't always understand what she is saying. Often I'll try to help her by translating or telling her what to say in Spanish. But I'm not always there so she is on her own a lot. Despite the language barrier she has made a lot of friends at school, and as I mentioned before she loves playing with her cousins.

    Surprisingly she hasn't been sick much. Last week she had a slight fever and we kept her home from school one day but besides that things have been pretty good. When we were here visiting two years ago she had a cough the whole time and on top of that she got sick and she got an ear infection. But so far things have been going well. I'm making sure that she gets lots of rest and I give her vitamins every day. Lucho, on the other hand, is sick in bed with a fever today. I've been giving him teas and medicine all day.

    For those of you who have been wondering…. yes, our stuff arrived safely in Loja about a week and a half ago. Lucho was able to get everything through customs without any problems. The only snag came at the end of the first day. The truck was on the way out the door and the last step was to weigh the container. For some reason the weight was about 1,000 pounds less than what was stated on the document. We don’t know exactly what happened but we think that it wasn’t weighed correctly in the States, or they estimated it wrong. At any rate, the truck was almost out the door but was turned around at the last minute, very frustrating. The next day everything was re-inspected (we were charged an additional $70 for that) and it was allowed to go. It was such a relief to call Lucho and find out that our stuff was out of the port and on its way to his uncle’s warehouse.

    The next step was to get our things from Guayaquil, which is located on the coast, to Loja, which is in the mountains. Lucho’s uncle lent him one of his trucks (we never would have been able to do all this without his help) and we paid the driver and another guy to help Lucho pack up the truck and drive to Loja. The trip usually takes about 8 hours, but it was slow going because of the loaded truck and because the roads were bad due to the recent rains, so the trip ended up taking about 12 hours total. They left Guayaquil at 7 a.m. on Saturday and arrived in Loja around 9 pm that night. We had rented a storage unit around the corner from Lucho’s mom’s house so the whole family was waiting there for him to show up. We were all there to greet him when they rounded the corner, horn blaring. I took some pictures (see below) of the unloading.

    Since then we have been slowly going through our stuff and bringing selected things to our place. Some of our things will remain in storage until we build our apartment. Unpacking is hard work, and we are both exhausted. On top of that we live on the 4th floor so everything has to be hauled up 4 flights of stairs (luckily we have the help of Lucho’s family for this). It’s been good exercise. To date we’ve unpacked our beds, our TV and DVD, some kitchen supplies, most of Merry’s toys, some of our clothes, and, today, the computer. We were happy to find out that our computer and printer made the trip intact and are working perfectly. We also brought a bunch of things for the restaurant that Lucho is slowly putting to use. One of the things is an espresso machine and I’m looking forward to relaxing in Siembra with a hot cappuccino sometime in the near future.

    I’ll have to say that it is nice to walk around the apartment and see so many familiar things like our bed, the TV, even my knives in the kitchen! When we sent everything off in Sacramento I decided that I wasn’t going to worry about if everything would arrive safely or not. I just put everything out of my mind and told myself that if they arrived, great, if not, well, we did the best we could. So it is very satisfying to have everything arrive safely.

  • Author Guest Post: Phyllis Schieber, Author of Willing Spirits

    I do not care much for plot, so I am not a writer of plot driven work. There. I said it. This is part of the longstanding discourse between me and my agent. He (rightfully) insists that plot sells, and I (more rightfully) insist that I do not care. That is of course not entirely true. I do care. I want to sell my work. I want an audience, a following. I want readers who will delight in what I have to say, but it is a dilemma because I do not think in plots or see a story unfold in my head. I don’t suddenly get a great idea for a story and plan the details with precision. Nor do I have the ability to construct a story with intricate sub-plots and dynamic characters that each has the ability to move the story forward with compelling speed and grace. It is one of my dirty little secrets: I don’t do plot. I do words, images and feelings, but I don’t do plot.

    So, how does a writer who wants to be published survive in this market? Do you succumb to pressure? Do you abandon your commitment to your craft and create a story with a legitimate beginning, middle and end? Do you create conflict and shape characters that are prepared to take on the challenges of the plot and solve them with stunning insight and grace? The answer to all the questions is: Yes, but not really. I wrote The Sinner’s Guide to Confession because I knew I needed to write a more plot driven book if I wanted to get back into the market. I had meandered my way through several manuscripts that, though inarguably well-written, were deemed unmarketable by well-intentioned and savvy editors (what do they know anyway?) who encouraged my agent to encourage me to write a plot-driven book. I refused. I held my ground. It was sort of like my stubborn determination to resist an epidural after twenty-some hours of really hard labor. My obstetrician of many years finally said, “We know each other a long time, Phyllis. Is there any reason I don’t know about that you might have for wanting to be in excruciating pain?” Truthfully, I was more interested in the fact that he had called me “Phyllis” than I was in anything else. After a three-way with the good doctor and my husband (no, not that kind of three-way), we decided it was time for me to take an epidural. My pressure was elevated, and the epidural was the least invasive route. Mind you, once I had that epidural, I never took my eyes off the vial taped to my chest. As soon as the medication came near the vicinity of the line that marked the time for a refill, I screamed, “Get the doctor!” What relief. My point is that sometimes you just have to give in or give up. I never give up.

    I justified my decision to write a plot driven book by telling myself that whatever I write will be good. I invented a mantra: I will always honor my craft. I will always strive for excellence. I will write to please myself even if there is a plot. I repeated my mantra each time I sat down to work on The Sinner’s Guide to Confession, and it worked. I believe I wrote a well-crafted and well-written novel. . . . with a plot. I believe I managed to intercept complete acquiescence by weaving in intermittent indulgences to language, my first true love.

    I am in love with words. It is an addiction borne of a lifetime of reading. I marvel at the one sentence in a novel that seems to dance off the page. The line that makes readers gasp with recognition. That is what I want to accomplish, and the only way to achieve that is with words, with language, with the ability to configure words in such a way that they have the power to arrest the reader’s attention. It is possible to achieve both a great story that uses wonderful language to tell it, but I think it is rare. My writing mentor, Hayes Jacobs, used to tell me that every writer should read Madame Bovary by Gustav Flaubert every year. Hayes believed it was among the greatest literary achievements ever produced. I have read and reread Madame Bovary each time with renewed delight. The power of Madame Bovary reminds me of a conversation I had with a dear friend, an artist of great accomplishment and renown, who after he returned from Italy where he saw, for the first time, the works of Michelangelo said, “I have to work harder.”

    Willing Spirits is a quiet book that explores its characters more deeply than it pays attention to the plot. I know this, and I don’t mind. I am in love with the language of the book. I adore the well-placed ramblings that do not seem to have any greater purpose than to bring some character illumination and to delight. That seems like quite a lot to me.

    Sometimes it is necessary to yield. I yielded to an epidural in spite of months of preparing for an “all natural” birth. My child’s health was at risk, and he needed to be born. I avoided a Cesarean and, with my doctor’s skill and forceps, delivered a healthy eight-and-a-half pound, twenty-one inch beautiful baby boy. My doctor reassured me that I had made the right decision. My son’s head had been stuck behind m pubic bone, and he needed help. I yielded when I listened to my agent and wrote a plot driven book. I struggled with the decision, but I am glad I made it. The Sinner’s Guide to Confession is a fine book, and I am proud of it. Nevertheless, Willing Spirits is a reflection of my great love for words, for how they can be strung together to make sentences that seem so right. I am still on the journey, still working to bring the two worlds—plot and language—together in way that will be memorable. Like my friend, I know that I just have to work harder.

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    Check back later for my review of Willing Spirits. My apologies to the author--my son's were under the weather yesterday, preventing me from completing and posting my review yesterday.

  • Just Contemporary Week 3 — Contemporary Round Up

    There have been so many awesome blog posts about Contemporary YA this week! I have loved reading the ones I've discovered, but just know that I had to have missed a bunch. So, if your blog post isn't listed here, please let me know!

    Announcement of Contemporary Win!- A whole bunch of bloggers have gotten together to put on a John Green week this January! How awesome is that?! John Green pretty much oozes Contemporary awesomness so a week to spotlight him sounds awesome! Here is a link to one of the blogs hosting sign ups!:) Click me for John Green Week info!!!

    Also, I cannot believe that I have so far forgotten to mention this — BUT — November is also Aussie Month over at Carla's blog, The Crooked Shelf. Since it's Aussie authors in general, not everything is Contemporary but there is definitely some Contemp love and seriously, who doesn't love Aussie authors?! There must be something in the water over there because they Rock!
    Some of the Contemporary Australian Awesome — An interview with Melina Marchetta! (Whom I absolutely adore!) Reviews of Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley; Everything Beautiful by Simmone Howell; A Straight Line to My Heart by Bill Condon; Good Oil by Laura Buzo;

    REVIEW:

    Alissa @ The Grammarian — Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver (not entirely Contemp, but mostly)

    Candace @ Candace's Book Blog — Going Too Far by Jennifer Echols (and a giveaway!), The Vinyl Princess by Yvonne Prinz, Dreamland Social Club by Tara Atebrando, Girl Wonder by Alexa Martin and Shattered Soul by Jennifer Snyder (also has an author interview and a giveaway!).

    Somer @ A Bird's Eye View — Perfect Chemistry by Simone Elkeles

    Mandie Baxter — Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta

    Allison @ The Allure of Books — Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta

    Mary @ Anxirium — Five Flavors of Dumb by Antony John

    Jacinda @ The Reading Housewives — Sea by Heidi R. Kling and The Running Dream by Wendelin Van Draanen

    The Busy Bibliophile — You Against Me by Jenny Downham

    Jennifer @ The Book Barbies — Virtuosity by Jessica Martinez

    Racquel @ The Book Barbies — If I Stay by Gayle Forman, Where She Went by Gayle Forman, Ten Things We Did (and Probably Shouldn't Have) by Sarah Mlynowski and Virtuosity by Jessica Martinez.

    Magan @ Rather Be Reading — Cracked Up to Be by Courtney Summers and The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chboksy

    Krazy Book Lady — Joint Mother/Daughter review of Geek Girl by Cindy C. Bennet

    Estelle @ Rather Be Reading — Fringe Girl by Valerie Frankel

    Katelyn @ Katelyn's Blog — Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins

    Amanda @ Book Love 101 — Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins

    Hannah @ Paperback Treasures — Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

    Bonnie @ A Backwards Story — Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins

    Rachel @ Rachel Reads — The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson

    Ginger @ Greads! — Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley

    Farrah @ I Eat Words — Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley

    Amanda @ On a Book Bender — Cut by Patricia McCormick (guest review by Amanda)

    Karen @ For What It's Worth — Saving June by Hannah Harrington

    A Beautiful Madness — Dancergirl by Carol Tanzman, Uncommon Criminals by Ally Carter (second in a series) and Saving June by Hannah Harrington.

    Ashley @ Book Labyrinth — I'm Not Her by Janet Gurtler

    Laura @ The Reading Nook — Lie by Caroline Bock

    Jamie @ Writers write, right? — The Boys Next Door by Jennifer Echols

    Rachel @ Fiktshun — Where You Are by Tammara Webber (second book in series)

    Melissa @ I Swim for Oceans — The Shattering by Karen Healy

    April @ Good Books & Good Wine — Playground by 50 Cent and Sweethearts by Sara Zarr

    Jamie @ The Perpetual Page Turner — Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green & David Levithan

    Anna @ Anna Reads — Kiss It by Erin Downing and Virtuosity by Jessica Martinez

    Jayme @ The Secret Life of an Avid Reader — Withering Tights by Louise Rennison

    Yani @ The Secret Life of an Avid Reader — Double Clutch by Elizabeth Reinhardt

    Chey @ The Hollow Cupboards — Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins and Ten Things We Did (and Probably Shouldn't Have) by Sarah Mlynowski

    Juhina @ Maji Bookshelf — North of Beautiful by Justina Chen Headley, Dancergirl by Carol Tanzman and Where You Are by Tammara Webber (second book in series)

    Farah @ Maji Bookshelf — The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things by Carolyn Mackler and Saving June by Hannah Harrington

    Chelsey @ Starry Sky Books — Rhymes with Cupid by Anna Humphrey

    Melissa @ This is Your Brain on Books — The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky and Beauty Queens by Libba Bray

    Mari @ Escape in a Good Book — All I Ever Wanted by Vikki Wakefield

    Nina @ Escape in a Good Book — Dancergirl by Carol Tanzman

    Sarah @ Whispering Words — Guitar Girl by Sarra Manning

    Cass @ Words on Paper — Audition by Stasia Kehoe

    Samual @ Books for All Seasons — Moving Day by Meg Cabot

    Lena @ Addicted to Novels — Love and Leftovers by Sarah Tregay and Saving June by Hannah Harrington

    Steph @ Steph Su Reads — Saving June by Hannah Harrington

    Giselle @ Xpresso Reads — Fury by Shirley Marr

    The Book Faery — Deadly Cool by Gemma Halliday

    Tee @ Dreaming Dreams — Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins, Dash and Lily's Book of Dares by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn, and Deadly Cool by Gemma Halliday.

    Lizz @ Dreaming Dreams — Want to Go Private? by Sarah Darer Littman

    Annette's Book Spot — Saving June by Hannah Harrington

    AUTHOR:

    Mary @ Anxirium — Guest post w/ author Jennifer Castle about Being a Contemporary YA Writer

    Candace @ Candace's Book Blog interviewed Tara Altebrando.

    Krazy Book Lady interviewed Cindy C. Bennett

    Avid Reader Yani has a guest post from Elizabeth Reinhardt about dating

    Kody Keplinger interviewed Hannah Harrington

    Kirsten Hubbard is giving away Wanderlove bookmarks

    Hannah Harrington lists her Top Ten Road Trip Songs.

    DISCUSSION:

    Misty @ The Book Rat talks about her most anticipated Contemporary YA (and it's a linky! You can too!!)

    Molly Jo @ Surrounded by Words — Contemporary YA: A Love/Hate Relationship
    Danielle @ Alpha Reader talks about her favorite Aussie YA novels.
    Samual @ Books for All Seasons talks about favorite YA/MG Contemps about friendship

    Romance:
    Bonnie @ A Backwards Story
    Danya @ A Tapestry of Words

    More of the Tough Stuff posts that I missed last week:

    Candace @ Candace's Book Blog
    Bonnie @ A Backwards Story
    Sarah @ The Storybound Girl
    Amanda @ The Fiction Fairy

    Once again — If I've missed anything, Let me know!!:) I'd love to add your stuff to my link up!

  • Studying for Midterms?

    So I have been studying for my American History midterm for two hours now, and after searching on the Internet I have realized that there really aren't very many ways to study for things. My test isn't multiple choice, it's a combination of essay questions and defining key terms. The best way to study for this exam seems to be to do exactly what the test will ask me to do, but this hurts my wrist. I typed up the "right" answers and have read over those, but I tend to not soak in information very well through reading. I have a strong desire to go back to high school with the study tables and pre-made study guides. Oh yeah, and multiple choice tests.

    I did find one website which was kind of neat though. I love crossword puzzles and Crossword Puzzle Games allows you to make your own crossword puzzles with whatever words and hints you want. It only lets you use twenty words and I had to make a couple different ones because not all of the words fit on one puzzle, but it's kind of a neat tool. If nothing else you will type in the clues which helps you dip back into the definitions of the key terms.

    Otherwise I've made a study guide for myself in word by writing paragraphs about the key terms and then taking out words and putting in blanks. I've used this before and I don't know how much it really helps me, but it's better than just rereading everything because I know that doesn't help me at all. I'm a fairly passive textbook reader.

    So how about you? How are you or do you study for midterms? Any tips to share with the rest of us?

  • Memory Monday: Girls Know Best...

    I have this theory, that every young girl goes through one of two stages — One, where they are completely boy-crazy fan girls... These are the girls who, growing up, were sure they were going to marry that super hot guy in the BackStreet Boys. My elementary school best friend had both our weddings planned out — She was going to marry Nick Carter, and I could marry his younger brother Aaron and we would be sisters!! (Note, I was vehemently opposed to this idea. Aaron Carter did not interest me. At all)
    The other type of girls were those who were convinced that girls were/are superior in each and every way to boys, and that they are mostly an annoyance to be borne. Now, these girls do not believe boys have cooties or are 'eeeww squeal icky!!' That belongs in the first category, because we generally outgrow the eww squeals to those girlish squeals we somehow think will get the boys to like us. Ahem... Group 2 might have really good friends who are boys, but they still think the girls are smarter. So, group 2 thinks the world would be significantly better run by females, that nothing a boy says could possibly be right if it contradicts what I'm saying and so on.
    So, which type of girl was I? Well, today's memory is about a book titled Girls Know Best... Take a lucky guess.: P

    Ashley was definitely the type who believed girls were way better than boys. When I saw this book pop up in the school book orders, I grabbed my babysitting money and bought it. I read it as soon as it arrived and I loved it! Here was a book filled with tips, tricks, trivia and so much more from girls just like me. I read it so many times! I could go on and on about all the things I 'learned' from this book (most of which I, thankfully, never used...) but I'm only going to tell one story today-
    One of the sections of the book was a list of big words you can use in everyday conversation to sound smarter than you are. (Note — this almost never works... So be very careful using big words when you don't need too...) I don't remember very many of the words listed, but one of the words I do remember is 'masticate' (to chew). Say it out loud though, and go back to 9th grade and pretend you are a boy... What's it sound like? Uhu... Yup.
    So, I'm sitting in 9th grade heath, and these two boys (neither of whom I particularly liked, although by this point I had outgrown my — "All-boys-suck-and-are-stupid-except-those-boys-that-are-my-friends-and-even-they-are-dumber-than-me" stage) walk up to a girl sitting next to me and start talking. I eavesdropped, both because I'm nosy (I admit it) and because knowing these boys, and knowing who they were headed to talk too, I doubted they were going to be saying anything nice. (I was right... [as always])
    (Insert — I'm going to demonstrate my really freaky memory here... Y'all are going think I'm nuts that I can quote (pretty nearly word for word) a conversation I had/overheard as a 9th grader... [at this point, I think that's about 8 years ago... ] Don't judge: P)
    Looking sly, the first boy said "Hey -----, do you masticate?" The girl had a disgusted look on her face, looked very uncomfortable, and tried to ignore the question. She said something along the lines of, "Ugh --- — Stop it. Just... Stop. Leave." Knowing they wouldn't leave her alone until they fully embarrassed her, I jumped into the conversation. I told them to walk away, to leave her alone. So, boy 2 said, "Why Ashley? Do you masticate?" I replied with, "Of course! I'm doing it right now!" (I was/am a big gum chewer). And boy 1 promptly whacked boy 2 on the arm and said, "Don't ask the smart kids!"
    Thank you Girls Know Best! :P
    Admittedly, the book is pretty useless to anyone expect group 2 girls, looking for a book to increase their feelings that girls really are better than boys. I still have my old copy, now battered and beaten from being over read, and I wouldn't mind trying to reread it someday, just to see how my more grown up eyes view it compared to my young girl eyes. Who knows, maybe I will still think that only girls rule.: P

  • Review: Jabberwocky by Daniel Coleman

    Jabberwocky by Daniel Coleman is the story behind the well-beloved poem by Lewis Carrol of the same name. Full of nonsense words, valor and whimsy, the poem Jabberwocky tells of a boy who sets out to fight the might beast and who returns triumphant, bearing the head of the great monster. But the poem doesn't tell us anything about the boy, where he comes from or why he sets out to hunt the Jabberwock and Coleman uses this story here to fill in some of the blanks.

    My family has always been involved in theater, and my family reunions often include some form of a talent show, sometimes planned and scripted, other times completely spontaneous. Often in the performances, my dad would go on-stage with my grandpa and together they would perform this poem. My grandpa would stand in front and recite the poem, while my dad stood behind, using his arms, in place of my grandpa's to act out the poem (this included lifting up my grandpa's hair piece when they reached the part of the poem where the boys slays the Jabberwock and removes his head, much to my grandpa's dismay)

    So, when I heard about this book, I knew that I wanted to read it. I love that poem, partly because it is brilliant but also because it brings back a lot of wonderful memories of my family. This is a very short book, just over 100 e-pages, and it reads very quickly. However, I don't think it would read as smoothly for someone who is unfamiliar with either nonsense writing or the poem itself.

    One of my favorite things about this book is also what I think will be most challenging for most readers. Coleman has taken the words of the poem like 'wabe', 'brillig' and 'mimsy'. None of these words actually means anything, but Coleman took them from the original poem, took the meaning from them that he chose and inserted them into his story and I personally think he did a phenomenal job. Partly because the writing was very smooth, and partly because I'm very familiar with the poem, I found myself without any trouble being able to guess to the meaning of each word as I went through, even if I didn't know exactly what they meant. However, Coleman does include a glossary with the book, so if you think you will have trouble picking up on what the words mean, or you find yourself confused, he does include a way to verify what each word means.

    Another thing that I loved about the book was the inclusion of the poem itself. Each section of the book is prefaced by a stanza of the poem, offering some foreshadowing of what is yet to come. I thought it was the perfect way to incorporate the poem into the story without being awkward or forced.

    And the story itself was wonderful. Our main character, Tjaden, is the perfect boy to seek the Jabberwock. He is brave, but smart and fiercely determined to prove himself a man. He's a little bit full of himself at times, and he takes life a little too seriously for someone so young but he is also a very likable character, one you would want on your side of life. Honorable and proud, if given the right motivation, he could face the Jabberwock alone.

    Honestly, I could not have been happier with how this book turned out. I was almost worried about reading it, because I do have such fond memories of the poem, but I was beyond delighted with how the book turned out. Coleman did a fabulous job combining his own story with the tale from Lewis Carroll and it's one I can see myself reading again.

    I will admit that part of why I enjoyed this book so much comes from the memories it brought to surface and the already positive tone I have toward the poem and anything tied to it. I tend to be extremely fond of anything that can bring back positive memories of my grandpa, which means I knew before I started reading that this is a book I would either love or hate.

    That being said, however, the happy memories alone were not enough to make me like this book. The story and the writing were able to hold their own and they most certainly did this favored poem a great justice. I'm not always a huge fan of how other people reimagine stories already told but I thought this one was just about as perfect as it gets.

    So thank you Daniel Coleman, for writing a story worthy of such a phenomenal poem.

  • Three Little Words, by Ashley Rhodes-Courter

    Three Little Words, by Ashley Rhodes-Courter

    Ashley Rhodes survived 9 years and a total of 19 foster parents. "Three Little Words" describes the many cases of abuse Ashley experienced in the near decade that she spent in the foster care system.

    Ashley and her brother, Luke, were removed from their mother’s custody when Ashley was just three years old. Her mother is sent to jail and rehab. Ashley was forced to live with a family overrun with children, and a foster mom that forced the children to drink hot sauce when they misbehaved and beat them with spoons until marks covered their bodies.

    She witnessed cases where children who were already broken were further shattered into shells of human beings. Her half-brother, Luke, was one of these children. The odds were against her in a system that still has problems. Yet she not only survived, she flourished. She excelled in school and wrote several award winning essays about her adoption day.

    Throughout her experience in the foster system she attempted to reach out to authorities about the atrocities that she and her foster siblings faced. Each time she was ignored; she was simply an unruly child seeking attention. After she was adopted, Ashley went on to become an advocate for the foster care system and her voice was finally heard.

    It was uplifting to read a tale about the foster care system that actually had a happy ending. Too many times we read about kids lost in the system, or ones that are forever dealing with the issues that comes with being moved from one family to another.

    One of the most powerful parts of the book is the three little words alluded to in the title. They aren’t “I Love You” as many would expect, but “I guess so” which is what Rhodes said to a judge on the day of her adoption.

    "Three Little Words" is definitely a book that I would recommend to anyone currently in the foster care system. There is a light at the end of the deep, dark tunnel. There is hope.

  • Top Ten Tuesday: Words I Love

    Top Ten Tuesday: Words I Love

    This week's list at the Broke and Bookish is all about words. I really struggled to think of my favorite words, so I just looked at some words that I really like.

    1. Ineffable. adj. 1. Inexpressible 2.Too sacred to be spoken
    Mostly because that was my descriptor word when I was on my high school newspaper. Ineffable Ash.
    2. Struck. vt. 1. to give (a blow, etc.) to 2. to make by stamping 3. to announce (time) 4. to ignite (a match) or produce by friction
    3. Ambivalence. n. simultaneous conflicting feelings
    4. Mischief. n. 1. harm or damage2. a causeof harm or annoyance 3. a prank
    5. Hanker. vi. to long or yearn.
    I use this most often in relation to food.
    6. Vagrant. n. one who wanders from place to place, esp. one without a regular job, supporting himself by begging
    7. Grotto. n. a cave.
    8. Grove. n. a group of trees, often without undergrowth.
    9. Percipience. n. faculty, act or power of perceiving; perception.
    10. Heretic. n. one who professes a heresy; esp., a church member who holds beliefs opposed to church dogma.

    What are some of your favorites?

  • Award Winning Wednesday — Rules by Cynthia Lord

    Welcome to another Award Winning Wednesday! This is the third Wednesday of the challenge, and as I was deciding which book to talk about today, I realized that both previous Wednesday's spotlighted books on the Printz list. So, today's book is a Newbery, one that I think more people need to read.

    Don't forget to use the linky below to link up your Award Winning Reviews!! Can't wait to see what everyone has been reading!

    Rules by Cynthia Lord was awarded a Newbery Honor in 2007. It's the story of Catherine, a 12 year old girl trying to understand her place in the world alongside her younger brother David, who has autism. She loves her brother, but sometimes, she wishes that things were easier, that somehow, David would wake up one day normal.

    I don't even know how to begin talking about this book. It's the type of book that defies description, needing instead to simply be placed in as many hands as possible, to be read by everyone within reach. I've been struggling with what to say here, so bear with me.

    Life with autism is incredibly hard. It is a challenge every single day, both for those with autism and for those around them, especially those who love and want to help them. Catherine faces this every day. She loves her brother. You can feel it in the way she talks to him, feel it in every interaction. But she is also only 12 years old. Her parents give her a lot of responsibility, ask her to babysit her brother, keep an eye on him, and to offer him any help he needs. But sometimes, Catherine just wants to feel normal. She wants to be able to go places without worrying about what David will do or say. It's hard for her. Her parents pay more attention to David, because he needs them more, and while she understands this, knows that this is true, she often feels left behind, as if her parents have forgotten that she still needs them too.

    Life with David is challenging, and Catherine is quite inventive in how she communicates with him. David deals best in absolutes. Words like maybe or I don't know stress him out and make him uncomfortable. To help him (and herself) Catherine creates rules for David to follow. Each chapter begins with a rule, and more are given throughout chapters. The rules vary from basic and easy to understand, like 'Chew with your mouth closed' and 'No toys in the fish tank', to others that are more ambiguous like, 'Late doesn't mean not coming', or 'Sometimes people laugh when they like you, but sometimes people laugh to hurt you'.

    One of the things Catherine struggles with is the idea that everyone is watching her and David, focusing on the awkward things David does. She's 12, which is an age where you are now becoming more socially aware, more aware of what people think and how they view you. While she isn't ashamed of her brother, she is often embarrassed by him and she can't help wishing that he could be different, that he could be normal. But she tries. She genuinely loves David and she does all she can to make things easier for him. Sometimes, it's hard for her to know what's right, but she does love him.

    That is one of the biggest lessons that Catherine needs to learn in this book. That it doesn't matter what other people think, how other people see you. She meets a new boy when she goes with her mom to take David to Occupational Therapy (OT). Jason is in a wheelchair. He cannot speak, so he uses a communication book to talk for him. He points to words he wants and hopes the words he has are enough. Catherine is an artist and she offers to make new cards for him, and in so doing she widens his vocabulary considerably, adding words a mom would never add, like Stinks a big one!! and Whatever, but she also learns a lot about herself. Some of the things she learns make her feel good, but others, make her feel guilty and ashamed of her behavior. And she learns from it. She desperately wants to be a good person, be a good sister and friend and she's slowly learning how to do that and what is really important in life and in friendship.

    This book is fairly short, only 200 pages, and it's a fast read. But don't let that fool you. This book is one that is deceptive in its simplicity. You will learn so much about yourself while reading this book. It makes you think about how you treat people, how you would react in a similar situation. One of the things Catherine talks about hating more than anything else are the people who make a point to ignore those with disabilities. Worse than those who stare are the people who make you invisible. Or, like Jason's speech therapist. She talks VERY LOUDLY every time she speaks to him. It frustrates him, and as he tells Catherine, I can't talk, but I can hear just fine.

    Watching Catherine learn to be herself, and learn to not care so much what other people see is amazing. There are so many changes happening all the time for kids at this age, and Catherine has more on her plate than a lot of kids. But she handles it well most of the time, and she learns from her mistakes when she doesn't.

    This book is honest in it's portrayal of Autism and in how different people respond to it. It's a book that I think more people need to read, a book that, if read with a mind open to new ideas and change, will improve the reader, just as it improved Catherine.

    Don't forget to link up! Leave me a comment, let me know how your challenge is going! And I'd love to hear from anyone who has read Rules! Tell me what you think!!

  • Summer Break Reading Challenge: The Luxe

    Summer Break Reading Challenge: The Luxe

    The second mini challenge for the Summer Break Reading Challenge was to create a wordle collage for a book series you have reviewed. One of my favorite series I have found since I started blogging is The Luxe series by Anna Godbersen- and since I'm reading the third book in the series as part of the challenge I thought it was only fitting that I did my collage for that series.

    The character names are really clear in this but so are the words romance, time, 19th (century), love, and family. I think those are all great words to sum up the Luxe series. All of these words were taken from the reviews I did of the first two books.

  • NaNoWriMo: Calling it Quits and What it Means to Essay

    NaNoWriMo: Calling it Quits and What it Means to Essay

    Last night I kind of officially threw the hat in on National Novel Writing Month. I currently have about 17,000 words and there is no way I'll be able to catch-up in a week. When I first looked back on last year it seemed like this year should be just as doable. But in reality my job actually requires me to do real work now, whereas last year I just sat at a desk and worked on homework. I also lived in the dorms last year and didn't have to deal with any real life responsibilities, like cooking dinners and cleaning. And I had a lot less night classes. All three of these things seemed to contribute to my downfall this year.

    But I'm not giving up entirely. I'd still like to write another 15,000 words before the end of the year, which is a goal that seems doable to me. And as far as writing goes, I've been more successful this year than I was last year because I have produced five essays this month that are great starts. I actually want to work with these essays more and continue honing them. At the end of last November I said I would go back and edit my novel, but I never did. I never edited it because I didn't feel passionate about anything I wrote. I think I learned more from National Novel Writing Month this year than last year. I learned what process works well for me when writing an essay, and I pushed myself to write some narrative nonfiction which I've never done before.

    Overall the experience was a success. It got me in the habit of thinking about essay topics all the time. Whenever I had a conversation or saw something happen I thought about how I might turn that into an essay. The truth is that great essays are all around you, you just have to be aware. I think that is what essaying is all about-- being aware of what is going on around you and how it fits into a chain of reactions. So while I didn't win in the sense of getting 50,000 words, I still consider this year a win.

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  • Awesome Essays: Speaking American

    Awesome Essays: Speaking American

    We spent the entire week talking about AIDS in my essay film class and the first piece we read was Richard Rodriguez's essay Late Victorians in The Art of the Personal Essay: An Anthology from the Classical Era to the Present

    . This essay deals with AIDS, San Francisco, and the gay community. I'm not going to talk about that essay here though, because you can't read it online, but I highly advise all of you to read it in the anthology if you get the chance.

    Instead I'm going to talk about a short essay he wrote called Speaking American. This appeared on PBS Newshour in June 1998. California had just voted to end bilingual education in an effort to make Spanish speaking children in particular learn English. In the essay Rodriguez explores the meaning of our language and argues that we do not, in fact, speak English. We speak American-- a language comprised of all the immigrants who have landed here. We use German words, Spanish words, Yiddish words. We use it all. And he argues for a pride in this language, a pride in the fact that a language such as this can exist.

    I love Rodriguez's writing style. It's very simple, yet powerful. I had never read anything by him until this week and I was instantly hooked by his essay, Late Victorians, because it so clearly outlined a place. It reminded me of Joan Didion's writing in Slouching Towards Bethlehem, but then entirely different. What I love about both writers is that they tackle the present in such a way that they encapsulate a generation. Rodriguez writes from a completely different time and perspective than Didion, but I love him for a lot of the same reasons. Speaking American is very short, and you can read it at PBS.

    If you want to read more about my obsession with Joan Didion you can read the Awesome Essays post I did on her.

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  • FTF Excerpt from author Beth Barany! with giveaway!

    Today's Fairy Tale Fortnight post is an excerpt from author Beth Barany's novel, Henrietta, The Dragon Slayer. And, there's a giveaway!

    HENRIETTA, THE DRAGON SLAYER

    By Beth Barany Steel demands subtle discernment
    Of shadow and light
    Hidden amidst vapor
    And smoke.
    The Fire Annals, Book V From Rafania, a valley town born
    The Dragon Slayer walks
    In strong, determined, steady strides.
    As the crow flies west down the river ways
    The Dragon Slayer walks
    In strong, determined, steady strides.
    Tempered at the castle mount
    Tested on battlefield and cave
    The Dragon Slayer walks
    In strong, determined, steady strides.
    The Dragon Slayer walks
    —From Ode One of the Song of the Dragon Slayer

    chapter one—invitation

    Battle-hardened and brave Ready for the fight Henrietta the Dragon Slayer Swings with all her might —From the chorus of the Song of the Dragon Slayer Henrietta strode away from the tavern, fists clenched so hard they hurt. At two paces from the forest edge, the ground crunched in the black night behind her. Even with her ale-fogged brain, she sensed the presence of a man, smelled on him soot, leather and metal, and knew he was armed, but wore no armor. She didn’t have time for this. “What do you want?” Henrietta whirled to face the thrill seeker, her long sword drawn, her long red hair whipping across her chilled cheeks. Above her head, the bitter wind keened through the forest trees. The man hovered five feet-lengths away from her, out of sword reach, his face shadowed by the light of the tavern behind him. “I heard your story back there.” His voice, thick with a foreign accent she couldn’t place, held no compliment. “I hear you’re looking for a new quest.” “Who gave you that idea?” “The Song of the Dragon Slayer.” The man’s tone was flat. So he wasn’t a fan. She didn’t care. She cared that he didn’t move any closer. Empty hands at his sides, a sheathed long sword at his belt, he was broad shouldered and taller than her by half a head. She re-sheathed her sword reluctantly. “So? What does that have to do with anything? It’s only a song.” “A song about you. That is why you must come with me now.” He stepped toward her, his face still hidden by darkness. “No, I must not go with you. Leave me be!” she said annoyed and angry. There was a thrill seeker in every town. Facing him, she stepped back to have room to swing her sword if necessary, her hand waiting on her sword pommel. “There’s plenty of others in that tavern to harass.” She didn’t want to play “who’s the best warrior” just now. The drink had touched her head more than usual, without its usual lovely numbing affect. “Who are you anyway? No, I don’t want to know. Just leave me be.” “I am a knight, doing his duty. Assessing.” He didn’t move any closer. Like she needed to know that. Then she opened her big mouth. “If you’re a knight, where’s your armor?” As soon as she heard herself, she knew that was a dumb question. “I do not need armor for this.” He said the words as if she wasn’t worth a gnat on sheep’s berries. “You will come with me now,” he repeated. He dared to order her? “I will do no such thing. Weren’t you listening in there?” She gestured toward the tavern where she’d just told and re-enacted her tale. A thrill seeker who ordered her? What was this nonsense? “I did my quest. Now leave me to my peace.” He didn’t budge his bulky frame. What was he waiting for? A royal invitation to depart? Heaviness pressed against her chest like an anvil, preventing breath from fully entering her lungs. She’d done her dragon slaying and military campaigns. Done. Finished. Fini. “There is much coin and glory for the one who takes the Emerald Dragon’s Dracontias,” the stranger knight said, disdainfully. How much coin? But that didn’t come out. “The what-ias?” “Thought you knew everything there was to know about dragons.” Politeness wasn’t this man’s strength. “Yah, that’s me. A walking, talking dragon-spouting slayer, at your service.” The man snorted. Very elegant. Her stomach churned the ale. She knew what the Dracontias was, but didn’t want to be drawn in, though her coin purse was flat. What was wrong with her? “Listen, uh, Can we talk in the morning? I need to—.” Henrietta gestured to the woods. Her need wasn’t that urgent, yet. She just needed an excuse to make him go away. “I’ll wait.” Great. She had to make good on her words, so she did her best to stomp through the spindly underbrush, ready to move fast if she had to. She had taken no more than two steps when the man spoke again, his deep voice booming at her back. “You can’t do it anymore, can you? Dragon Slayer.” He drew out the word “slayer” as if it were an insult. Fear coursed through her at his words, and that made her angry. “I don’t have to listen to this!” A cold sweat broke out under her tunic and across her forehead. She shivered but kept walking, her greatcoat and hat back in the tavern. “You can’t do it,” he repeated louder. “You have grown soft, weak. That’s what I told my king. You are but a shadow of your former self, if you ever were that Dragon Slayer. I don’t think you killed the Fire Dragon of Britham’s Keep after all. Your story back there was all show. It was your so-called partner who did the deed, and you stole his glory.” Henrietta froze. She brushed away what little truth he said, and focused on his lies. Anger fired through her body and gave her strength. She turned and stomped back toward the knight. “My partner was a she. But what do you know! I don’t have to listen to your insults.” “You don’t have it in you,” he said again, holding his ground. “A fool’s errand I was sent on. But duty is duty.” He spat. Enough. It was time to show this disrespectful knight who it was he insulted. She didn’t have the advantage of the light, but she was fast. As she feinted toward the trees as if to walk away again, she grabbed the daggers from her belt and slammed them into the frozen ground at the man’s feet, neatly slicing boot leather, hopefully hitting a toe. He didn’t say a word, but clapped slowly, mocking her, probably smirking. She couldn’t tell. The night shadows still covered his face. “Fine. Show’s over,” Henrietta said, leaning down for her blades. As soon as she did so, she knew she’d made a stupid mistake. For once she really had had too much ale. He dug his huge hands into her shoulders, trying to knock her down. The fire of rage washed over her. She ignored the pain and stepped backwards, slipping out of his grasp to head-butt him in the stomach. He fell to the ground with an “oomph.” She had a dagger at his throat before he could open his eyes. She pressed hard, but not enough to draw blood. He got the point. No pun intended. He glared back from his position flat on his posterior. She glared back. “Did I pass your test?” She let up the pressure on his neck, but didn’t remove the dagger. At least he wasn’t sneering anymore. For the briefest of moments, the knight scrunched his face in pain. The tavern’s meager light showed her a warrior’s beat up face, full of picturesque scars, browned from sun, and the angled, dark eyes of an islander, glaring at her. Even with his scars, the knight looked younger than he sounded, perhaps only five or six suns older than her seventeen. He was from the Rocks, or the Oro islands, as the islands called it, far across the Western sea, the second one she’d meet that evening. The first one being the jester who’d paid for her ale and dinner in the tavern. Satisfied for the moment that he wouldn’t test her again, she stood and sheathed the dagger. “Not bad. For a woman,” he said. Then he stood and stepped back, barely hiding a limp from the knife wound to his foot. He didn’t bother to brush off his fur cloak. “Your partner just got lucky. I still don’t think you’re capable. No woman is.” But the fight didn’t sound so strong in his voice now. “Well, you’re obviously wrong,” she said and turned to leave. Just then the back door of the tavern opened. The light blinded her momentarily, and a familiar voice called out her name. It was Jaxter, the jester. He walked toward her like a colt unsure on its legs, but he didn’t fall over and moved quite fast. In the frigid wind his satiny purple and yellow cape flapped against his skinny body. “Henri, I was just coming to see if you were alright. When you didn’t come back right away, I was worried. You forgot your coins, and your coat and hat.” He paused for breath and handed her her beaver fur-lined coat and elegant forest hat. “Thanks.” She slipped them on casual-like. Her long thick gloves were right where she’d left them in the coat pockets. “We liked your tale! Very much!” Jaxter said. “Will you come back in and tell us another? How about the one about the Blue Cave dragon?” She didn’t respond. She hated to disappoint Jaxter, he’d been nothing but kind to her, but she had no intention of telling more tales this night. She needed solitude and the oblivion of sleep. He didn’t seem to notice and galloped on with his words. “You left so suddenly. I didn’t get a chance to thank you.” Henrietta took the silver he handed over and tucked it inside her cloak without counting it. Jaxter glanced from Henrietta to the big man. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I can just go back inside, where it’s warm.” He smiled at Henrietta and turned back to the knight. “Do I know you? You look familiar. But then again many people do in my line of work.” He chuckled. “You do know who I am, Jaxter Renaldo,” the knight said, softly. Henrietta strained her ears to hear. His accent had thickened and his tone was different, more gentle. Was he the same man who had insulted her and attacked her moments ago? “I do?” Jaxter stepped closer to the bulky fighter with no fear. “How do you know my family name?” His voice trailed off as he focused on the big man’s face. “By the Phoenix’s Brightest Feathers! Frankie! I haven’t seen you in so many seasons! You were in the tavern all night and didn’t come over to say ‘Hallo’?” “I am Sir Franc de Plumare de’Oro now, old friend,” the knight said gruffly, but gently. “Oh.” After a moment of uncertainty, Jaxter grinned and held out his hand. “Congratulations, Sir Franc de Plumare de’Oro!” “Wonderful. A reunion.” Henrietta snorted in disgust and turned to leave. She had no more friends. They were either dead or lost. “Dragon Slayer,” the knight boomed. “I’m not finished with you. We have two days less than one moon.” “So?” She didn’t turn around. “So? In less than one moon, you must face the emerald Dragon for my king. You are to come back with me. King’s orders. We leave at false dawn. I have wasted enough time tracking you down.”

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  • A Change Has Come...

    Following is the text of President Barack Obama's inaugural address on Tuesday, as delivered.

    OBAMA: My fellow citizens:

    I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

    Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

    So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

    That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

    These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

    Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

    On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

    On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

    We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

    In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

    For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

    For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

    For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.

    Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

    This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

    For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

    Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

    What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

    Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

    As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

    Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

    We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

    For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

    To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

    To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

    As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

    For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

    Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

    This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

    This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

    This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

    So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

    "Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

    America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

    Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America

  • Review: Blood Red Road by Moira Young

    Blood Red Road by Moira Young is one of those books that you just need to read to get it. I didn't know a lot about this book when I started it. I knew that the cover gives the impression of desolation, barrenness and heat. I knew that it was a somewhat post-apocalyptic novel, set sometime after the end of the known world. And, I knew that the main character was on a mission to find and save her twin brother, who she viewed as the light to her shadow.

    And I'm glad. I think that knowing so little about this book before I started reading made the book more exciting, made the level of tension I felt while reading so much stronger. I want others to have that same experience, to be able to experience that same level of surprise and excitement as they read, learning about the new world with Saba, learning about Saba's strengths as she does.

    The cover of Blood Red Road sets the perfect tone for the novel. Saba and her family live in a vast desert. The nearby lake is drying up, taking with it their only source of water. Their family is almost completely isolated and Saba and her siblings know very little of the world outside their home. As is often the case in the post-apocalyptic novels, when things change for Saba and her family, the change is drastic and there is no going back.

    Saba starts out with a very basic, very simple understanding of the world. She knows what she knows, believes what her father tells her, and has a very narrow, very specific and fixed world view. She doesn't leave a lot of room for gray areas. But as her world begins to change, she is forced to analyze and examine the possibility of change. She begins to realize that there are other ways to view the world and that she is, perhaps, too hard on others, too hard on herself and too quick to cast things and people aside. Watching Saba grow into herself, watching her become this amazing and strong person was insane. From the beginning of the novel to the end, she changes completely. And yet, she also stays exactly the same. She does not lose the essential pieces that make her who she is, but they grow and mature to allow for a deeper understanding of people and the world. I want this girl to be on my side. I want to be her friend.

    The secondary characters were also amazing. Each was fully formed and with many of them, we see them change, and they also help us measure the changes in Saba. Her perceptions and interactions with varying characters show us this, help us understand that integral role that character had on Saba's growth without ever needing to tell us about it. The growth doesn't need to be told, because it is plainly visible.

    I also loved the writing in this book. It's just as sparse as the landscape of the story, but it's rich. The dialect writing might throw some readers off initially, and it does take a few pages to get used to, but by the end of the novel, Saba's voice is so strong that the words just pour off the pages. You don't need to stop and analyze or verify the specific words, because you just know. It's what Saba would say. It's what Saba does say, and it's plain as day.

    I would say that this is one of the strongest debuts that I have read this year and it's a book that I highly recommend. The story is paced perfectly. And for me, the ending left nothing to be desired. It is obvious that there are plans for a sequel but this book doesn't leave you in the middle of a scene, chomping at the bit to see what happens next. You will want to know. You will need to know. But it's more because you just have to spend more time with these wonderful people that the need to know how the scene you just cut off will end. As far as the characters go — they characters are far from perfect, far from ideal but they grow and mature and are so very, very real that their flaws are just another sign of life. I feel like Saba and the rest of this cast are just waiting to be born, just waiting for the world to destroy itself so that they have the chance to redeem themselves.

    *Disclaimer: I received an ARC of this from the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review.