Sometimes I get so wrapped up in out of box, dystopia, fae, paranormal, futuristic, books, that I forget how much I love love love this type of real, sweet, beautiful book. Where the writing invokes feeling, the setting is relatable, the characters are beautifully true, and the romance is a rare ...
It's been a long time, but I've finally gotten the chance to go back and read something of my preferred genre! Yaaaaay!I'm not sure if it was because I had been away from the young adult genre for so long or because this was just a darn good book to read, but either way I simply adored the book. ...
I loved the insight into the life of a teenaged girl in RI's Federal Hill. I worry a bit about what seems to be a trend (OK, maybe just Millions and this one!) of kids/teens obsessed with the saints, but it was interesting to learn what ridiculous things there are patron saints of, and what thin...
His arm around her shoulder. She leaning into him. And me. There was me. Alone on the sand. I walked up and down the big curving C of beach. The breeze was slight, a soft whisper all around. I pulled off my T-shirt and consid...
The windows to the courtyard are open wide, calling the breeze inside, and it swirls around my arms and legs. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Stand still for I don’t know how long. Ever since hearing the news about the contest, I veer between abandonment to utter joy and moments when I mo...
Too fast. I had barely any time left in this world and so much on my mind. For the rest of the day I half expected Inara to show up, angry and demanding to know why I’d shut her out, that I explain why Rain had appeared during Odyssey, or even having guessed my secret. I almost wished she would. ...
Who died?” My mother looked up from the “Today’s Specials” chalkboard to give my outfit the once-over. She was carefully erasing the stuff that was already sold out, which included every kind of pasta except the fresh, hand-cut linguini. It was looking rather lonely in the display fridge. “What a...
Julia taps a finger against her chin. “If she just shifts the bottom half of her torso toward the right …” “… and her upper half to the left …” Maureen finishes, adjusting my shoulders so I manage just the right curve to her eye. The two of them take a few steps away to observe their handiwork, w...
Like always, I brewed the coffee, got Dad up, and made sure he was fed and on the road to work on time, but before I left for school I went outside to check on my roots. According to the gardening books, they loved that compost Will made me buy and at least a good two inches of it should cover th...