Posts tagged young adult fiction

We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.
Cassandra Clare; Clockwork Prince
That’s the thing about pain…it demands to be felt.
John Green; The Fault in Our Stars
Currently reading.

Currently reading.

I read like a wolf eats.
I read myself to sleep every night.
Gary Paulsen
I met Obert Skye last night. Very nice man. We talked about my first novel, he told me he thought is was a very catchy idea and should not have any trouble finding a publisher. He also offered advice and help. I’m pumped, especially since he’s a bestselling author.

I met Obert Skye last night. Very nice man. We talked about my first novel, he told me he thought is was a very catchy idea and should not have any trouble finding a publisher. He also offered advice and help. I’m pumped, especially since he’s a bestselling author.

I got a signed copy at work yesterday!

Currently Reading.

Currently Reading.

The Owls are Gathering . . . Find Out Why Soon!

J.K. Rowling’s Announcement

bibliothecary-: Paper TownsJohn Green I raise my hands off the steering wheel. I do not know why I am doing this, but I raise my hands up, as if I am surrendering. I’m thinking the most banal thing in the world: I am thinking that I don’t want this to happen. I don’t want to die. I don’t want my friends to die. And to be honest, as the time slows down and my hands are in the air, I am afforded the chance to think one more thought, and I think about her. I blame her for this ridiculous, fatal chase—for putting us at risk, for making me into the kind of jackass who would stay up all night and drive too fast. I would not be dying were it not for her. I would have stayed home, as I have always stayed home, and I would have been safe, and I would have done the one thing I have always wanted to do, which is to grow up.

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Paper Towns
John Green

I raise my hands off the steering wheel. I do not know why I am doing this, but I raise my hands up, as if I am surrendering. I’m thinking the most banal thing in the world: I am thinking that I don’t want this to happen. I don’t want to die. I don’t want my friends to die. And to be honest, as the time slows down and my hands are in the air, I am afforded the chance to think one more thought, and I think about her. I blame her for this ridiculous, fatal chase—for putting us at risk, for making me into the kind of jackass who would stay up all night and drive too fast. I would not be dying were it not for her. I would have stayed home, as I have always stayed home, and I would have been safe, and I would have done the one thing I have always wanted to do, which is to grow up.