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I Chew Novels And Spit Them Out For A Living.

That would be a pretty sweet career, don’t you think?

The only reason why I chose this title is because I am, almost literally, chewing 200-page novels since the new year began.

It first started out with finishing Lisa McMann’s Wake trilogy, Gone.

http://lisamcmann.com/html/gone.html

I started it last September, but with college planning and trying to be the better student for my last year of high school, my life was a little hectic to actually finish the book in a matter of a couple of months. By the end of January, I finally finished it. Ah-mazing! I love the way Lisa McMann writes and her new book Cryer’s Cross looks unbelievable. I can’t wait to read it when I’m done with my already long list of novels before college begins in the fall.

After that, I continued the series Blood Ninja with Nick Lake’s second book, Blood Ninja II: The Revenge of Lord Oda.

http://books.simonandschuster.com/Blood-Ninja/Nick-Lake/9781416986270

http://books.simonandschuster.com/Blood-Ninja-II/Nick-Lake/9781416986294

I love his novels; it’s an unusal change from my usual cheesy romance novels that I hold dear. First of all, I love anything ninja and Japanese. I love their culture and I myself follow some of the ways of a Buddhist. But then, Nick Lake puts a twist and gives the reason for all ninja’s talent and skills are from being vampires. Yes, that’s right vampires. I like how he doesn’t over-do the vampire part like Twilight or some of today’s modern supernatural fiction. The only times where he speaks of vampires is when you first learn of it in the beginning of the first novel and whenever the vampiric ninjas decide to feast. Each novel was about 400 pages, the font is small, the first novel had 75 chapters, and the second had 78 chapters. So his second novel took me a good month and a half. (I finished it last week.) I don’t remember how long it took me to read the first novel because it came out around a year or so ago.

After that, I went back to my romance novels. I chose to read Jody Gehrman’s Babe in Boyland.

http://www.jodygehrman.com/boyland.html

It’s about this girl who writes the romance advice column for her school newspaper. After getting many complaints from boys saying she only writes what girls want to hear and that she doesn’t know guys at all, she decides to conduct a few interviews to get both sides of relationships. However, no boy will be straight with her, so she decides to go undercover at the all-boys boarding school outside of her town and really see what it’s like to be a guy in a guy’s world.

I chose this book because I see similar stories like this online ALL the time! I myself have even written one (I lost touch with it and currently sits somewhere in the back of my computer collecting dust, such a shame). Anyway, the way Jody Gehrman wrote it was absolutely fabulous. Yes, I realize I said fabulous. I haven’t said that since fifth grade when everything had to be pink including my hair. I thank my mother now for not letting me. :phew:

Back on topic, not many authors, professional or amateur, can pull off a plot line where a girl goes to an all boys boarding school. You have to add logic to it, like how they’re going to trick the school, what the consequences will be once she gets caught especially with the law, and how she transitions to becoming a “boy”. However, Jody Gehrman definitely pulled it off, congratulations.

Not only did she open the eyes of her main character to boys, but she also opened the reader’s eyes, i.e. ME! My outlook on life, as an individual and a girl has changed. Not drastically, but enough to make a difference in my every day life. Now, that’s a big compliment to the author. I hope to one day do the same to my readers, even if it’s with cheesy romance novels like this one. Surprised that this genre could do that? Not me.

I’m not going to go into detail about how it changed my outlook on the “male species”, because that’d be giving some of the book away, so you’re just going to have to find out for yourselves and let it magically alter the way you think about boys. Especially high school boys. Wow.

I started it last Friday, finished it on Sunday. Can you believe it? Now the title of this post makes sense. I chew novels and spit them out for a living.

After that, I started to read Something, Maybe by Elizabeth Scott on Monday.

http://www.elizabethwrites.com/somethingmaybe.php

It’s a really nice novel where all the characters have flaws. I like that. When a character has flaws. Lets see: the main character, Hannah has many fears she has to overcome; her mother is a famous online camera whore; her father is a famous celebrity, think Charlie Sheen meet the guy who started Playboy; the boy she likes, Josh, has some but I’m not going to tell you cause it’ll ruin the book for you; the guy Finn, who’s majorly crushing on Hannah is also majorly annoying and won’t leave her alone; finally her best friend Teagan has left fashion school and is scared to go back. I hope I didn’t ruin some parts for you. Anyway, I just like how it felt real, it felt realistic, it felt like I could relate to the fears, the situations (at least some of them), and the problems that occurred in the plot. Hannah works for a fast food company taking people’s orders from the drive-thru window, so do some of my friends. Teagan has a retail job, so do I. I finished it this morning in study hall. It was definitely a good read.

Aaaaaand, today I am starting Melissa Walker’s Violet on the Runway during my break tonight at work.

http://www.melissacwalker.com/violetontherunway.html

So far, I have nothing to say about this, considering I haven’t even read the first sentence of the first chapter yet. But I’ll let you know. (: From what I know in the summary it’s about this girl Violet who couldn’t be more plain and average than any other teenage girl, at least to her. Then one day a lady comes up to her saying she’d be the perfect model and there’s a flight waiting for her to take her to NYC. Her secret… she’s going. Ooooh! Exciting! Can’t wait to start reading…

Lastly, I have the rest of my books list.

I’m going to make a page for it. If you have any suggestions on what I should add, let me know. (:

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Have I Disappeared?

Where have I been?

Have I fallen off the face of the Earth?

Have I decided to kill Fairytales?

*GASP!*

Don’t even think of that horror!!!!!

Yes, I realize I’ve  broken my pledge to post once a day. But seriously people, those of you who are able to achieve this goal are monsters.

Crazy good monsters that is.

Or crazy bad… It depends.

It depends on whether or not you have amazing time management skills and lots of things to talk (write) about.

Or it depends on whether you have no life and don’t do anything really at home other than go online or play video games.

For those of you who fall under the lines of the second, I pity you.

For those of you who fall under the lines of the first, I envy you.

I think, in my own opinion, that I have some pretty damn good time management skills, but then there’s the chance of, “I”m just not in the mood.” Or “I’m too lazy to get off the couch and walk all the way upstairs to get my laptop.”

Yep.

Those have been my day’s lately.

Or it’s the occasional, “I don’t know what to write about. What should I say? How do I not know what to say? Wow, my life must be bland… I’m pathetic.”

Thanks me, I really appreciate the compliment. Note the sarcasm dripping from my mouth, or rather fingertips.

So, I apologize WordPress and viewers of Fairytales for breaking my pledge of Post-A-Day 2011. I bet more than half the people on WordPress who pledged along with this also broke it at least once.

This post really has no point, other than the fact that I’m not dead and neither is Fairytales.

Fairytales will never die, for they are legends, myths, fantasies. People will always want to talk about them. I know I sure do. (:

So, happy March everyone. Wow, this year is flying by already! It’s been seven months! Fairytales is seven months old! I’m so proud! *Teary-eyed.*

But you know what that means… Four months until I graduate high school! FINALLY!!!

Who knew fifteen years could seem so long and so short at the same time? Really, it’s quite sad and annoying, which kind of contradicts each other, if you ask me.

As a student, school feels like years and years, and it is. Even though it’s just fifteen years, grades one through twelve, kindergarten, and two years of preschool. Now, as my fifteen years of school come to a close, I realize that it didn’t really take that long. Only a decade and a half.

I’m rambling, and streaming my consciousness, but everyone does that.

So, without further ado (I always wanted to say that), I’ll bring this post to a close.

Goodbye everyone and goodnight.

Have a wonderful week. I hope I do. (:

Gore/Evil.

Running.

Faster.

He chases

Me.

I run through the darkness,

Corners at every turn,

An obstacle on every wall.

I run up the stairs to the light.

I feel relieved,

He can’t catch me.

The stairs turn into a slide

And I go down,

Down,

Down.

Back into the darkness.

I scream,

Reach my arms into the air,

Back up the stairs,

Back to safety.

He reaches me;

Puts his slimy fingers around my neck.

I try to escape,

But his grip is too strong.

I relax my body,

My limbs weightless.

I’ve given up.

Evil,

Smeared on his face,

Takes a gun to my head.

Pulls the trigger.

Blood

Everywhere.

Splattered on the floor.

The wall,

Making an image of what my life once used to be.

Blood.

My blood.

I fall to the floor,

Empty.

He has won.

Continue reading Gore/Evil.

Mourning My Teddy Bear.

I bought a teddy bear from Build-A-Bear Workshop when I was ten years old. I am seventeen now, a senior in high school. His name was Dylan. He was the best teddy bear a girl could ever ask for. I stuffed him, I filled him with love, and boy, did I love him back.

For seven years, I loved that teddy bear. I slept with him every night of my life, even when I went to sleepovers or hotels. I would always kiss his forehead and wish him a goodnight. It’s cheesy, I know, but he’s my best friend. One of my oldest best friends.

Today, when I got home from school, tragedy struck. My dog, Chloe, ate Dylan’s face to shreds. My mother brought Chloe to the doctors and it was confirmed that the fabric of Dylan’s face is in her stomach. Just the face. Not the ears or the tail, or the feet. Just the face. He has no eyes or nose or mouth. Nothing.

It’s really upsetting, because I’ve had that teddy bear since I was little. I’m crying at this moment I write this to you. I mean, I was planning on bringing him to college with me this fall! I took him to sleepovers with girls who would think of how childish I was, on vacation with me, to my grandma’s, to camp, etc. I even took him this past summer to Alfred University where I took a workshop and slept in a dorm for one week. (I wasn’t the only girl who brought their stuffed animal.) And I never once cared what other people thought of me, even as a seventeen-year-old girl with her teddy bear, because I had him. I had Dylan right in my arms.

And it’s not that I want to hold onto my childhood and never grow up. I am very excited to grow up, to go to college, own my own place. But the relationship between a young girl and her teddy bear as she grows up with it is priceless. You can’t make up for that time they shared together, or the places they went, or the sleepless nights filled with crying and heartbreak as the young teenage girl experiences her first heartbreak. Your teddy bear is there with you through it all. It never judges, or makes fun of, or laughs. It always knows the right things to say, what to do to comfort you, and make you laugh. It’s always there when you need a hug or a friend to just vent to.

I guess they can’t live forever. I’m hopefully getting a new one soon, the sad part is that the new one will never replace the old one. But I’m getting Dylan Jr. at Build-A-Bear Workshop. I just wish Build-A-Bear Workshop still had his type of bear, unfortunately, they don’t.

But I just want to thank Build-A-Bear Workshop for giving me my teddy bear, Dylan, who helped me through my childhood and almost all of my teenage years. Too bad it was almost.

R.I.P. Dylan Gioia, the best teddy bear a girl could have ever asked for.

Forever in my heart. <3