Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Addlepated and the Holiday Weekend




So how was everyone's holiday weekend? I know a lot of you went camping— some of you for the first time. I spent a good portion of my holiday weekend manning the fitting rooms at The Store because half The Store's staff has quit (due to the ridiculous nature of The Store's management but you didn't hear that from me...wait. Everyone's heard that fro m me. Never mind.) and they were desperate for someone, anyone, with the ability to stand there and say, "Would you like to try that on?" and "How'd those work out for you?" And then, when I was asked the dreaded "does this make me look fat?" question, I said, "Yes" because it was the truth (I always tell the truth when asked that question) and was pleasantly surprised when the woman who asked it did not call me a skinny bitch and storm off in a huff.

Miracles do happen!

At any rate, I hope y'all had a great weekend.

Now let's talk about Addlepated.


Addlepated is the solo project created by my very good friend Mike (aka The Very Best Beta Reader In All The World). He wrote, recorded, produced and did everything else that goes into the creation of an album. Lost in the Snow is the result. It's now available for your perusal (and purchase) at Bandcamp, a site that gives indie artists the ability to distribute their music to a world wide audience. You can(And should) click HERE to check out Addlepated's Bandcamp page. If you do, you can listen to and download music. You can also read the lyrics to the songs, including the fifth track, Maelstrom, a song whose lyrics were written by me (how's that for some nice use of the passive voice? I swear, my lyrics are better!).

Addlepated's Facebook page can be found HERE.

So please, if you have the time, go check it out...

Congratulations to Mike for having accomplished this! It's really quite a feat and, as someone who never has finished anything ever, I salute you.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

In Which I Accomplish Something




So guess what I did today.

No, I didn't write anything brilliant. I didn't even write anything kind of okay. Except for the three sentences of this blog, I haven't written anything today other than a shopping list for tomorrow. And although it could be said that the composition of the shopping list is an accomplishment (those things never write themselves after all), it wasn't actually what I was going for. Nope, the accomplishment is not writing centric. I've not been swept away by a tidal wave of awesome sauce. My tide is still firmly out.

Stupid Rapture.

But I did accomplish something this morning. You know, besides getting out of bed before noon... (Note: this is a joke. I seldom sleep until noon, only doing so when I have pulled an all nighter and went to bed at 8am.)

I ran a 5k.

That's right. I ran a 5k. Not like a road race with other people or anything. Just me and my Gator Girl running with the goal of reaching 3.1 miles, just to see if we could. I know she could. She ran all those miles this morning and has spent the afternoon running circles around Big and me. Big was exhausted just thinking about running 3.1 miles. I've been exhausted since running the 3.1 miles.

Oh yeah. I ran 3.1 miles. Without crying. Without dying. Without walking. Without stopping. I did it. And then, because my thirty minutes of running time weren't quite up, I ran some more. Because, apparently, I am now crazy like that.

You know what this means? This means that, although I do fully intend to keep working on this goal, that should my shin splints decide to revolt tomorrow, that I can cross off one of my yearly goals.

I do love to accomplish goals. I think I shall celebrate with a rather large piece of chocolate cake.

Oh, ONE LAST THING...

The answer to yesterday's (or whenever it was I posted it) Quick Quote Quiz is Riley Finn. The episode is season four's A New Man (the one where Giles gets turned into a demon by Ethan Rayne).

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Plural of Apocalypse


I know you've been waiting with baited breath to find out if I was Raptured (can you use that as a verb?) or whatever because maybe that was the reason behind my extended absence here (well, maybe not extended) but I wasn't. Raptured, that is. I suspect whoever's in charge of judgements took a look at my file and said, "UGH. I cannot even deal with this hot, hot mess."

So the good news is, there's still time for me to finish my novel (wait...that's good news?) because I hear the next apocalypse isn't scheduled until October. Quick Quote Quiz: Which Buffy character said, "Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of 'apocalypse.'" You'll be awarded bonus points if you tell me the name. You'll be awarded mega bonus points if you get the character and the season. You'll receive ultra mega bonus points if you name the character, season, correct episode and the situation in which the quote was said.

Never said it would be easy. (Or worth it, I guess, since the bonus points (even the ultra mega bonus points) have no real cash value. Or any cash value.)

Much like writing a novel, right?

I find writing to be like the ocean tide. One minute the tide's in and all's good. You feel good about things. You like what you've written and you like where it's going. You can see a light at the end of the tunnel and you can't wait to get there because it's going to be awesome.

And then the next thing you know, the tide's gone out and taken with it all your hopes and dreams. The words you loved earlier are now crap and the light you thought you saw at the end of that never ending tunnel turned out to belong to a fast moving unstoppable train that just barreled you over on its way to wherever.

In case you were wondering, my tide's currently out. I'm very unhappy about some things. A lot of things, truth be told. But there's nothing to do for it except to wait it out. The tide's bound to come back. It always comes back. Unless it was Raptured.

Damn.

Anyway, to end this post on a happier note, here's one of my current favorite commercials:

Friday, May 20, 2011

In Which The Man and I Join The Digital Age


The Man and I did something a little crazy this week. We purchased eReaders.

The Man (who protests the title of this blog because he claims he joined the digital age a long time ago) bought a Nook. About thirty seconds after it arrived, he had it stripped of its operating system. A couple minutes after that, he had installed a different one on it. Then he installed the Kindle app (I find this to be particularly hysterical) but the eReader app he says he likes the best (so far that is) is Aldiko. Basically, he turned the Nook into a cheap(er) tablet and now spends his evenings playing a larger version of Angry Birds. The Man would also like me to tell you that he does more than play Angry Birds. Sometimes he reads eBooks. Last night he searched online real estate listings. I think we've just decided to move to a new house because it just might be easier than figuring out this damn fencing project.

Anyway, he can have it. I don't want or need that. All right. So maybe I'm a little jealous about the Angry Birds thing. Playing that game on my phone just sucks.

This just in: The Man would also like me to stop writing about him in this blog. Like that's going to happen.

So I went with the Kindle because I live half my life (or so it seems) on the Amazon website so why would I get anything else? Besides, I just wanted an eReader. I didn't want a tablet. I don't need to surf the web with a tablet because I have a desktop. And a laptop. And a so-called smart phone. I have plenty of web surfing capabilities. Why would I need another one?

Well, maybe to play Angry Birds.

The Kindle is charging now. I've had to keep swatting The Man away because he read an article somewhere on the World Wide Web about how you can do some hocus pocus to the Kindle and install Ubuntu onto it. Now The Man wants to do it. Just to see if he can. I don't really know what Ubuntu is (I heard them talking about it on an episode of Veronica Mars once though) or why anyone would want to install it onto their eReader but if it interests you, I guess its a possibility.

The Man, I think, is more excited about the Kindle than I am (he's just told me that he could install Android on the Kindle if I want). You should have seen his face when he came home from work this evening to find that I hadn't even taken it out of the box yet. I was like, "What? I had laundry to finish."

But I have since finished the laundry and now I'm looking at this Kindle and wondering how the hell am I going to decide which books to download and which books I'll buy in print. I need to reassure my non virtual books that the Kindle's arrival does not mean that I love them any less because I don't. The Man hopes that the Kindle will mean I'll bring fewer books into the house (like that's going to happen...right?). Of course The Man hopes I'll leave him alone with the Kindle long enough to install something— anything— on it.

Oh, life with a computer geek.

Have a great weekend. And may the world not end.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Music To Write By



The Man came home from work the other day and said to me, "there are an awful lot of Amazon charges on the credit card."

This is an absolutely true statement as I maybe do have a major slight addiction to buying books and music from that particular site. So I did the responsible thing.

I blamed the Gator Girl. And then I went and downloaded a Mumford and Sons album.

My downloading habits have been particularly bad of late. I admit to that but all my favorite shows are airing their season finales and that often leads to big emotional punches set to emotional punching music and I am a sucker for that.

I don't know about you but music plays a huge part in my writing. Certain songs really help me frame certain scenes. They help get me in the right frame of mind sometimes. Gavin DeGraw's song Belief turned out to contain the key to my synopsis. I'm also the freak who likes to develop a story specific soundtrack for each WIP. It's how I know I'm really committed to a WIP. A couple of times, (The) Heather has mentioned songs to me saying, "I heard this song and it reminded me of your book." I love it when that happens.

Back in January, Alex J. Cavanaugh hosted a music blogfest where participants listed their top ten favorite songs of all time. (You can read my lists starting HERE) By the time it was all said and done, I ended up posting about forty songs along with a little blurb about why I loved the song. More often than not, my blurbs contained a line saying, "this song belongs to suchandsuch"-- the suchandsuch part being a particular WIP.

A lot of these songs I have found just poking around the Amazon mp3 page but a lot of them I have found through television and, like I said at the start of this post, it's season finale time so the networks are pulling out their big guns. Here are three of my current favorite finds:



Birdy- Skinny Love



This song appeared at the end of the penultimate episode of this season's Vampire Diaries. Yes, I am an unapologetic Vampire Diaries fan. Go ahead and judge me but that show kicked some serious ass this season. And Ian Somerhalder is hot. But enough about Ian's rock hard physique. I'm talking about the music. This song is gorgeous and I love the lyrics so how could I not download it?







Black Lab- This Night



The music genius at House is responsible for this download. Freaking awesome song with freaking awesome lyrics. I know most of you won't know what this means but this is 100% a Dana song.






Peter Gabriel- My Body Is A Cage

Another House song. I don't know who is responsible for selecting the music for that show, but whoever it is really is a genius.




The good news about the downloading deluge is that it's the middle of May and everything will be in reruns soon if they're not there already. The downloading will slow to a trickle until September rolls around. Oh wait...it's Tuesday, isn't it? That means the new Glee downloads (Must have Rolling in the Deep and Jar of Hearts) are available on Amazon.

Looks like the Gator Girl has some downloading to do...

Monday, May 16, 2011

A Minor Heart Attack And Other Stuff



The Fence Guy came last week and walked the intended fence line and measured and took lots of notes. He said he'd send the official quote in the mail. Well, it showed up. I opened the envelope, looked at the number and had a minor heart attack.

Holy Hell.

It's going to be worth it though. It's going to be great.

Right?

I mean, I won't have to worry about what the neighborhood dogs are doing in my yard. I won't have to take my own dogs outside every time they decide they need to pee (or just think they need to pee). I can just open the door and let them go out all on their own while I stay inside and work without being stared at for a change. I can lay in my hammock and read a book without my neighbors seeing me do it and think it a perfect time to come over and bug me while I do it.

Totally worth it.

Even if it means I definitely won't be getting to Bar Harbor this summer. And possibly the next summer. And maybe even the summer after that...

All right, so it's not that expensive but still... Holy Hell.

So the good news is, if everything works out the way it's supposed to, I'll have a fenced in yard by the end of June. Of course, Fence Guy's wife is eight months pregnant so some delay just may be inescapable. I guess we'll find out.

In other news, the Red Sox swept the Yankees this weekend and, in doing so, have managed to hit .500 for the first time this season. Go Boston! I don't really care about the .500 (well, all right, you know I do) but I just really like saying the Red Sox swept the Yankees. You know what? I'm going to say it again. Louder this time:

The Red Sox swept the Yankees.

Oh yeah. That was an excellent end to the weekend.

I'd also like to thank everyone who weighed in on my latest Couch to 5K Challenge crisis. I have decided to continue on with the challenge (at least until my knees give out. Which I suspect could be any day now...) but if anyone from The Store asks, I had to quit because of shin splints. Fortunately, no one from The Store reads this blog (the fact that I'm still employed there is evidence of that) so I think I'll be able to pull off this minor deception. Last week I ended up running/walking a total of six miles. My shifts at The Store kind of screwed around with my work out time. So far this week I've done 7.5 miles and it's only Monday. Go me.

But for now, I have to go attend to other things. Monday is errand day to be followed, provided the rain holds off, by agility class but despite all this, I still have one hour to spend working on the latest problem scene in Second Nature. I'll probably end up spending it browsing for books and/or mp3s on Amazon but it's the thought that counts, right?

Hope Monday is good to you!

Oh, and hey, one last thing... Doesn't my lawn look AMAZING?!?!?!?!?!?

And

Friday, May 13, 2011

Blogger's Back And So Am I

I've been working at the day job the last few days because it turns out Management was desperate enough to put me on the schedule. They had to get all the new summer merchandise out on the sales floor and, keeping with their long standing tradition of ineptitude, left it to the very last possible moment. And while my own long standing tradition at The Store involves being a brutal truth telling pain in the ass, I'm a very efficient brutal truth telling pain in the ass who does not require any micromanaging. A muzzle, maybe. But micromanaging? Not so much.

This still did not stop the Opening Manager that first day from giving me a refresher course in how to use a hanger. I'm not kidding. I looked at her a moment, realized she was serious and said, "I know I haven't been here in a while but I still remember how a hanger works."

I've worked in retail the majority of the past sixteen years (and just writing that sentence has sent me into a very deep depression which I'm sure can only be cured by a Harry Potter movie marathon and copious amounts of cake) and I'm pretty sure that I could be completely lobotomized and still would remember how a damn hanger works.

But whatever. Something else came out of my work week: a possible need to quit the Couch to 5K Challenge. And no, it's not because of its complete lack of cookie eating time (although, seriously, what is up with that?). It's not even because of the shin splints or even that sharp shooting pain I seem to have developed in my left thigh. It's because someone in The Store's corporate office stumbled across this same plan (hoping they didn't first learn about it on this blog. That would be awkward) and now seems to think it would be a great company wide incentive.

Being a pain in the ass is not my only long standing tradition at The Store. Not participating in company wide (or even store wide) events is the other.

I'm undecided at the moment.

Fortunately, I found a great distraction to save me from making a decision. I told you at the beginning of the month that I had sent out the first group of chapters to my brand spanking new CP. And since then, I hadn't heard anything from her. I was starting to develop a brand spanking new complex (you know, to go with all the other ones I have) along the lines of "why oh why don't any of my friends like me" and "why oh why doesn't anyone who says they're going to read my book actually read my book? It's because I suck, isn't it? It is, I know it is and I should apologize to Mike for ever asking him to read anything that I wrote."

Fun times, I tell you.

But last night I received in my inbox a message from the CP. This triggered the ritual panic dance which involves an intricate weaving together of chest pains, hyperventilation, pacing and my hand hovering over the mouse as I contemplate whether I really want to know.

But of course I want to know. There's no point in having a CP otherwise, is there? And feedback I've received in the past has always been very useful (well, maybe not that one Jane Austen comment) and head swellingly positive but it still doesn't stop me from worrying about it.

Here's what my CP said:

I finally got a moment to sit down and open up the Prologue.......... and I am pretty excited to read the rest. I mean, I don't even LIKE this genre. I never READ this genre. I don't GET this genre. But after reading the opening to this book, I actually want to keep going...

I'm choosing to view this as a good thing.

Hope y'all have a fabulous weekend.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Developing Developments


Just got off the phone with The Store. Apparently, I have served my time and gotten off the shit list because I am back on the schedule. Either that or they're just really that desperate. Either way, they scheduled me to work during Big's agility class this coming Monday. This doesn't make me wildly happy. Just imagine how unhappy it'll make Big when I have to tell him about how he will not be seeing the object of his affection after all. Fortunately, I'll be at The Store (Wait...I don't think I've ever written that sentence before. I hope to never write it again) and will miss the ensuing temper tantrum.

In other news, I finally got a hold of the Fence Guy after a couple rounds of phone tag. I was thisclose to leaving a message saying, "Look, I know I told you to call me back at your convenience, but what I really meant was 'call me back immediately and if, by some chance, you stumble across a wormhole that would allow you to travel back in time and call me even soon, then jump on in because that's how badly I want you to call me.'" But he called. He's coming out today to measure and estimate the cost of the project. Good news is, the price of the fencing we want has gone up dramatically. If we can no longer afford this project, I really think I might cry. I mean, I know a lack of a fence isn't one of the world's great tragedies (no, that would be this year's American Idol contestants...) and I will most definitely survive. I'll just be majorly disappointed.

Speaking of disappointing, I'm into my first week of the Couch to 5K Challenge and I have to say, I'm not loving it. I'm looking over this plan and I don't see any time devoted to lounging on the couch. With a name like "Couch to 5K", it seems like it should, at some point, involve a couch. I'll tell you what I'm especially not seeing. I'm especially not seeing any block of time devoted to me sitting on a couch eating chocolate chip cookies. What kind of plan is this? I mean, the next thing you know, they'll be asking me to drink protein shakes and eat tofu. White wine is an evil, evil thing that leads to terrible decision making. One über hangover and all of a sudden, I'm all "hey, let's be healthy!" On that note, I have run/walk a total of three miles so far this week. And as soon as I finish this blog post, I am adding to that total.

I'm also adding to my list of Awesome Horoscopes. I received a great one yesterday that I'm going to share with you now. Considering how I just send out the first group of chapters to my Awesome New CP, thus marking the start of the ritual worrying period, I was glad to read this one.

Here's the horoscope:

Your work will be a major source of self esteem. You don't mind knocking yourself out to do a good job today because, in the end, you know it will matter. It will be nice to hear the pleased comments.

This is going to be my last post until probably next week. We're hosting a party here at Casa Crazy this weekend as The Heather is taking her newly earned degree and abandoning me (some nonsense about true love or whatever) to move on to start the next chapter of her life... I am, of course, just giving you a hard time, The Heather. You know I'm head over heels happy for you. So much so that I'm actually going to clean this house. Starting just as soon as I get back from Day Three of the No Couch Required Couch to 5K plan.

Enjoy the rest of your week, everyone. See you next time...

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Twitterpated


No, I am not blogging about Twitter today. Although I am on Twitter and, if you're interested, can be found using the handle @AuthorMJFifield.

The 'twitterpated' I am talking about is a reference to the 1942 Disney animated classic that traumatized a generation with that whole Bambi's mother death scene. All I can say is Wow, Walt. Does someone need a hug? And perhaps a therapist?

And I'm not actually talking about Walt's potential mother issues either. Not really anyway. I'm talking about the scene where all the little cartoon forest animals fall in love. They get, as the wise old owl explains to poor little innocent Bambi, all twitterpated.

Here's how the Urban Dictionary defines 'twitterpated':

1)to be completely enamored with someone/something.
2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection.
3) romantically excited (i.e.: aroused)
4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a romantic entity in someone's life.

Okay, great, you might be saying to yourself right about now, thanks for that life lesson but what does that have to do with anything? Well, I'll tell you...

The unthinkable happened last night. Big fell in love. And not with a cheeseburger or a tree on which to pee. Nope, Big found himself a little girlfriend.

She's in our agility class. Her name is Roxy. She's a Malinois like the Gator Girl, only more of a spaz (that's right. I said more of a spaz. Ponder that for a moment. Is your mind now blown because mine is). However, she's a spaz who did not try to chew off Big's face so maybe that's what did it for him but he could not take his eyes off her last night.

And he wasn't watching her in his usual "can I take your face off" sort of way. That's the way he looks at the neighbor's dog or the rogue suicidal birds who happen into our yard (Big hates birds. I cannot stress this enough). No, the way he was watching Roxy fell more into the 'whoa baby' category. Plus, there were other, uh, indications that maybe he was harboring a gigantic crush. I feel like making a Dr. Horrible reference here. Can anyone guess which one? Ultra Mega Bonus Points to the one who does...

And he really couldn't keep his eyes off her. There were ten dogs in that class (six German shepherds) and when the other eight were working the course, Big was more or less asleep. But the second Roxy started her run, Big sat straight and watched her every step. The woman next to me in line at on point said, "I'm surprised he isn't drooling."

I was surprised too.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Life After A To Z


A lot of people seem to reflecting on the A to Z Challenge today. Apparently, it's another blog hop that I missed out on. Oh well. I wouldn't be me if I wasn't running a day late and a dollar short.

But, to my credit, I completed the A to Z Challenge. And some of my blog posts were even ones I had planned on posting. And for the ones that weren't...well, let's just say if Big had to get sick and had to be diagnosed with something, how lucky I was that he had the foresight to pick a disease that so nicely corresponded with this challenge. Big, by the way, is feeling much much better. The Best Vet In The World said the antibiotics would make it seem like the Hand of God came down and healed my dog and, by gum, he was right. Big's feeling so much better that we're even going to agility class later today.

Because there is life after the A to Z Challenge.

The challenge was great. It really was and if they do it again next year, I'll probably do it again. I came across a lot of fantastic blogs and had awesome conversations with people. I posted a few excerpts of my work and was not met with a deluge of rotten tomatoes (thanks for that, by the way). It was through these blogs and these people and your comments that I was able to work up the nerve to line up a new Critique Partner. This was a HUGE step for me because I'd been living in the land of the 'once bitten, twice shy' for entirely too long. Of course, I had to wait until the challenge wrapped up before I sent off the first group of chapters but I managed to get that done this morning and only hyperventilated a little before and after I hit the 'send' button.

Go me.

So now I'm living in the land of needing distraction. Fortunately, life's handing it to me in spades. Here's a peek at what's going on:

-I'm in trouble at The Store. I was a little mouthy (a shock, I know!) about a promotion they were running. And by 'a little mouthy', I mean I called everyone from the corporate offices down to my boss ridiculous and suggested they get over themselves because The Store is just a store. It did not cure cancer. Those may have been my exact words but no one but my boss and all the other witnesses can prove it. The Store's response was to suggest that I get over myself and that I do so in the privacy of my own home. Needless to say, I have not been offered a plethora of hours of late.

-Vader, somehow, is still with us, wheezing and sneezing her way from one day to the next. If you're unfamiliar with Vader, she's my oldest cat and has been sick for quite some time now. No one's really quite sure what's wrong with her and the meds given to her just seem to make everything worse. So we're going with the wait and see method. She's lacking in bathroom control (farewell, dining room rug) and general mobility. She's taken to now sitting on whatever surface (my dining room table or the dogs' food bin or whatever's handy) and crying until I come and pick her up and carry her over to where she wants to go. The Man has been very good about telling me whenever Vader needs a lift. He refuses to have anything to do with her. Cat bodily functions are where he draws the line.

-I am calling my fence guy. The last of the snow melted over the weekend and the intended fence line has dried out and firmed up enough that both The Man and me think it's time to go ahead and get the fenced installed. As in 'put in the ground' as in I won't have to worry about the neighbor's damn dogs coming over and using my yard as their personal bathroom anymore. Plus, there's that whole thing where I'll be able to send my dogs outside and not necessarily have to go with them. I'm getting a little light headed just thinking about it.

-It's the beginning of May which means that I am supposed to be starting that whole Couch to 5K Challenge. It seemed like such a good idea at the time. But, boy, does it seem stupid now. Who really wants to be able to run a 5K? I mean, what do you gain from that? You know, apart from a sense of accomplishment.

-And last but not least, there's the rest of Second Nature still waiting to be written. I'd really like to be able to finish it by the end of the year. But you know what they say about the best laid plans...

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an agility class to attend.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

April 2011 Book Report


It's the first of May so you know what that means... Well, it means something about baskets and a game of ding dong ditch but that's not actually what I meant. I more meant the part where I list the books I read last month and tell you a little bit about what I thought of them. So without further ado, here we go:

The White Queen- Philippa Gregory- All of her books are very well written and I liked the way she wrote this one. However, it’s just not my favorite. Those books belong to the Boleyns. The end of The Boleyn Inheritance made me breathless. This one just made me say, “Okay, great. What’s next?” I am always interested in stories that talk about Richard II. They always seem to vary.

Water For Elephants- Sara Gruen- I’ve been meaning to read this book for a very long time now and now that I have and it happens to coincide with the movie release, I am afraid people will think I’ve only read it because of Robert Pattinson. This is NOT the case. Nothing against Rob, truly, but they had it on display at the library and so I picked it up. I’m glad I did because it’s really quite a good read. Not great but still quite good. I’m kind of interested in seeing the movie now.

Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog: The Book- Joss Whedon, Maurissa Tancharoen, Jed and Zack Whedon- A book which contains the full shooting script for the big show itself as well as Commentary! The Musical. And sheet music. And some hilarious bits written by Neil Patrick Harris, Nathan Fillion and Felicia Day. A must for any totally obsessed fan. Not that I am one of those people…

The Perks of Being a Wallflower- Stephen Chbosky- I read about this book on someone’s blog. I don’t remember what blog it was on but he or she said this book came up with his or her students a lot as being listed as their favorite book. So I read it and I loved it. It’s the kind of book that makes me wish I was still teaching because I’d love to share it with my students. Emma Watson has signed on to play a part in a movie version. I don’t know what part but since I heart her and heart this book, I’m excited about it.

Where She Went- Gayle Forman- The sequel to her novel “If I Stay”. I wasn’t sure where this novel was going to go but I’m so glad I picked up it and went along for the ride because I really did love it. It was simply a fantastic read. I always love emotions when they’re raw and messy and that was definitely the case with this book. Of course, I thought the story dragged just a bit in the middle when Adam and Mia were reunited. Too much chatter and I wanted to get back to the internal messy emotions. But still, a wonderful, wonderful novel that made me swoon.

City of Fallen Angels- Cassandra Clare- Book Four in the Mortal Instruments series. I’m going to give it to you straight. I didn’t love this book. I was pretty bored most of the time when reading this. I know this opinion will make me unpopular with some and puts me clearly in the minority, but it’s okay. There were some gross parts of this book and thank goodness for Simon because he’s really the one character I seem to like and I feel so bad for him for what he gets put through. I’m guessing from the way the book ended that there’s another one coming out. Otherwise, worst ending ever.

Matched- Ally Condie- This book makes me wish I hadn’t started off my YA dystopian novel kick with The Hunger Games because I can’t even imagine the novel that’s going to rock my world more than THG did. That said, I wasn’t wowed by this particular novel. The cover is very pretty. And there is some very pretty writing to be found in the story. But it just didn’t do anything for me. Definitely no swooning happening for me. The beginning bored me. The middle didn’t seem to go anywhere. The end was more interesting and definitely not a stand alone ending so I’m expecting a sequel to pop up some time in the future. Hey look. I just checked Amazon. The sequel, "Crossed", will be out in November.