Don't Let Anyone Look Down on You Because You Are Young

As you may have noticed in some of my previous posts: I have been fascinated lately with Point of View:  particularly when the POV is in direct contrast with the author’s gender and/or age.  This fascination is the reason I was originally attracted to Forever Silent.  Not because it is in contrast, but rather it is exactly the opposite of those I have been reading lately.  It was written from the POV of a High School boy, and the author was actually a 15 year old boy himself.  How exciting!  Here I've been reading all these books about teenage boys and wondering if the author is getting it right... this is my chance to find out!

Thoughts on Andy Warhol, Books, and Movies

I’ve heard Andy Warhol quoted as saying “I never read, I just look at pictures.”  From what I can tell Andy Warhol was quite an… shall we say “interesting”… person, but I have to say I like this quote.  As a proclaimed avid reader, and someone who writes a blog about reading it might at first seem a little counterintuitive to think that I would not only like, but agree with this quote.  You might think something like this would offend me, after all I do spend much of my life buried in books.  Here’s where I think maybe I interpret this a little deeper than he meant it (after all he also claimed to be a “…deeply superficial person.”)  

Vesturon

I have spent the last few days immersed in a place called Vesturon.  This was the second time I’ve read the Guardians of Vesturon series so you know the stories are good.  That being said… they are very poorly written and even more poorly edited.  I guess I was so into the stories the last time I read them that I didn’t really even notice that.  

For Ever and Never

Ummm… WOW!  First books in a long time that really blew me away.  This “series” (for lack of a better word… not sure what to call it when it’s only 2 books) is awesome.  I completely love Wren and Ever.  Best fictional couple for me so far this year.

Wake Up and Read Something Else

This book was… as I sit her so many adjectives come to mind, but the only one that really fits is… forgettable.  Sorry Karice, but it really wasn’t anything to write home about (or much of a blog).  The reviews went on and on about how sweet it was (the snow, the Christmas spirit, etc) and it was sweet… sickly-give-you-a-toothache-sweet.