So excited for The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies I can’t even stand it. I hope there’s a plentiful amount of Legolas in it. Yeah, I’m an elf girl. Hurry up, December 17th!
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I used to own a single fandom website, and after five years—that brought me some amazing times, friends and opportunities—I decided to give it an overhaul and switch it to a multi-fandom website. Facebook finally approved of my page’s name change, plus I got the domain I wanted and everything else fell perfectly into place, so I’m pumped! As someone who is constantly falling in love with new books and new characters all the time, I figured covering news on all the YA book fandoms was the right path to take. I won’t blog much about the adult books I read because they don’t typically generate as much interest.
So when I’m not here or writing or editing or working, that’s where you can find me.
You can now make your very own ‘If I Stay‘ movie poster to match the official one, using your own photos. I made mine ( two versions of it) and you can check ‘em out below. If you want to make your own If I Stay movie poster, click here and have at it!
I included two very special and very handsome men in mine! (One isn’t a human, but he’s still handsome. Arf!)
I’m turning my novella—My Darrling—into a full-length YA novel, folks! After much deliberation, and after reading so many reviews saying “I wish it were longer,” I’ve decided I need to take this story to its full potential. It also needs a hefty edit, and some things need to be changed. My writing improves with each day, basically, and looking back on some of my old work makes me want to die a little. Or light myself on fire. It’s not awful, but the writing could be a lot cleaner. You should always strive to improve yourself in any way possible, and if you’re a writer, you should never stop challenging yourself.
I’m excited to work on this story again because it’s weird—and I like writing ‘weird.’ It’s more fun!
I have the structure, characters and ideas there already, so I don’t think that adding an extra 25,000 words will take too long. I’m more passionate about this story than anything I’ve ever written . . . although this new novel I’m writing right now, Aberrants, is not far behind. Actually, I can’t choose between the two. It’s like how I imagine trying to pick a favorite child would be. I cherish them both in different ways. They’re just too different to compare.
The My Darrling novella will eventually be yanked down, but I haven’t decided when I’ll do that yet. Soon, probably. Then I’m going to query the full-length version and see where that takes me. Also currently on chapter 10 of Aberrants and cannot express how pumped I am for this. I’m writing an epic battle scene right now. God, I love battle scenes.
All right, I think that’s all the updates I have for now as far as writing and editing goes.
This is not a review . . . it’s more of a purge of the mind of someone who has been waiting for this movie for what seems like forever. There
may be 100% are spoilers below.
Oh my. Listen, if you’re okay with ugly-sobbing in public and, you know, having your heart ripped out, stuffed back in, then violently ripped back out, then go see the The Fault in Our Stars movie. See it even if you’re not okay with those things, because I certainly am not okay with those things, but I went anyway. Luckily I didn’t ugly-sob, but that’s only because I used the Look Up At The Ceiling trick to stop the tears from taking a leisurely stroll down my cheeks. And I had mentally prepared myself beforehand. I read the book; I knew what was up.
All right, so this was the weirdest movie-going experience I’ve ever had. It was awkward because everyone was crying. I’m talking loud, sniffly, real-deal cries. The sob game was strong up in there. And the stranger—a young teen—sitting next to me was probably crying the most. Like head-in-hands-and-bawling-her-eyes-out crying. I didn’t know what to do because normally when people cry you console them, but consoling a stranger is . . . weird.
Anyhow, it was kind of awesome. Because it was real. The story was not based on a true story, no, but in a way it was. Because this story is happening every day in real life to so many people. I’ve never personally lost someone close to me to the cancer demon, but surely a lot of the cries in the theater tonight were for people who’ve suffered at its hand, by those they left behind. So to some, the story was very real, sadly.
Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace have the most breathtakingly beautiful and adorable love story I’ve ever seen. For me, it blows every other book couple out of the water. Augustus is the boy almost every girl dreams of marrying. He’s charming, intelligent, bold, has the best sense of humor, is romantic (but not in a gross way), selfless, honest and just . . . perfect. Hazel has all of those same qualities, except she’s slightly more realistic and more okay with the whole world not loving her. (Augustus wants to be loved by all, to leave something behind.) Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort had amazing chemistry in this movie! (Despite these same two actors playing brother and sister in Divergent—but you just need to block that out. This isn’t Divergent. Okay? Okay.)
The humor. Oh my goodness, the humor in this movie is so good. How do you know it’s good? Because you feel guilty laughing. They make light of some really dark situations. Moving on . . .
The death. The eulogy that Augustus left behind for Hazel, and the fact that he reached out to a writer he hates to help him write it. The eulogy Hazel wrote for Augustus. The flashbacks of Augustus and Hazel’s short time together. The tragic scene with Augustus at the gas station. God. John Green, you’re an amazing storyteller. Thank you for that. And Josh Boone, thanks for kind of, sort of making this one of the best book-to-big-screen movies ever and not butchering it. Ya done good. Ya done real good.
Final note: It’s refreshing to see a novel reach this level of notoriety without it being about guys who take their shirts off, or about sexy supernatural creatures. That’s saying a lot, because I wrote a book about supernatural creatures. And they were sexy. But I know there’s nothing refreshing about it. It’s a fantastical story, there for fun . . . but The Fault in Our Stars . . . well, there’s nothing fun about it. But it’s real. And it makes you remember that some of us have smaller infinities than others, and that life doesn’t owe us a thing. As John Green put it: “The world is not a wish-granting factory.” We could be here today, gone tomorrow; and our loved ones could be here today and gone tomorrow. So it’s important to step back and take a look at everything you have: all the love, memories, the moments, the laughs, the tears, the friends, the family, etc., and just think, ‘Fuck yeah. This here and now is mine; this moment is mine. Soon I’ll run out of moments, and soon the heres and nows will disappear—because the world doesn’t owe me anything—but for now, for right now, I’m lucky and I’m grateful that this very moment, these seconds, minutes, hours, belong to me to do with them what I choose.’ And remember that all around us, cancer is robbing people of their heres and nows. So your five minute wait in the grocery store line, or your hot-but-not-quite-my-preferred-temperature coffee, or your having to go to work with a hangover, aren’t really that bad . . . because at least you’re alive to be in that grocery store lineup, at least you’re well enough to go to Starbucks and order that not-quite-hot-enough coffee, and at least you’re healthy enough to be able to drink all that hangover inducing vodka. What I’m saying is: Be grateful. For your health, for this moment.
I guess you could say I loved the movie. I’m not even going to compare the book to the film, though. They’re both amazing for different reasons.
Go see it.
I just started reading ‘If I stay‘ by the super talented Gayle Forman yesterday and I’m already over half way through. I’m so in love with this book. When I have to put it down I can’t stop thinking about it and I just want to come back to it. The writing itself is beautiful, perfect, and the story is heartbreaking—but in the most beautiful way.
I’m apparently living under a rock because I just found out about five minutes ago that they made a film adaptation of this story. It hits theaters August 22.
Oh. My. God.
*Presses clenched fist to lips and weeps, a happy weep*
Not only did I randomly pick this book up without knowing a thing about it, then fall in love with it, but now there’s a movie version of it? I feel so spoiled right now.
If you’re looking for something new to read, I one million percent recommend ‘If I Stay.’ I don’t even know the ending yet and I can already say that this book deserved a movie deal and I’m so happy for the author, Gayle! It’s nice to see true talent and hard work shine.
Below is the movie trailer and a featurette for ‘If I stay.’ I’m so excited to see this! Still quite shocked that this isn’t bigger, that I haven’t heard more about it. (Its release probably shouldn’t have been set so close to the release of The Fault in Our Stars because that film is currently sorta taking over the world. Excited to see that, too, by the way.)
All right, I’m off to . . . y’know . . . sleep and that.
Currently writing a brand new novel and I’m nearly four chapters deep so far. Words can’t express (oddly enough) how excited I am for this story. It’s a utopia/dystopia novel that reads how I’d imagine an acid trip laced with futuristic thriller and sprinkled with a taboo romance would look.
I. Am. So. Excited.
Will post a synopsis from the new book (currently titled ‘Aberrants’, but that’s not set in stone) soon, my friends!
“When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “One word at a time,” and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time. But I’ve read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope.”
― Stephen King