It appears that several months have elapsed since my last post. But none of you are here. I am writing to myself after all. This is quite near a diary. Though I won't be revealing my undying love for the hottie with "oh so perfect hair" who sits next to me in biology. (Sorry, for those who are curious).
So as I'm writing to myself, I see no reason why I should have to apologize. Which brings me to the point: I am quite unashamedly here. Ready to write about books again. Like it or not, blogger shall be expanded to fit my needs as I see fit. I expect very little from it, and I will take advantage of it as often as I like. Allow me to proceed.
The really REAL reason I come to write, is that I have just finished a book that I have to talk about. --or rave about.
Now, let me explain.
I love books.
Perhaps you gathered that from the title of this blog. I am an addict. If someone offered me a book describing--in detail--the migratory patterns of pigeons, or scientific formulas and their origins...or even *shudder* a math book, I would take it, stroke the spine, and ease it nice and gently into my bookshelf. Glancing around my room now, I see a journal, stacks of magazines (I am subscribed to both TIME and Marie Clarie, (I reveal for those with insatiable curiosity, like myself)), I see a pile of to-read books (a small sampling: Classical Christian Education by Douglass Wilson, The Narnian by Alan Jacobs, What I learned in Narnia by Douglas Wilson, The Road not Taken and other Poems by if you need me to tell you who, you should probably leave now and save yourself some time, the cambridge edition (I KNOW! (edit: I have read AMSND, I just haven't read this edition!) of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and the list goes on), my nightstand houses a cambridge Latin workbook, the Bell Jar, and some Y.A. fiction, among other things, and don't even get me started on the bookshelves. So, as I say not so quickly: I have A LOT of books, about everything, and my tastes are more varied than an affirmative-action-crazed state university.
But we all have our tastes.
My favorite literary anyone: Shakespeare. Again, if you are--right now--staring at me with your mouth wide with incredulous disbelief, I offer you the back door. You won't be happy here.
Other favorites include: anything Russian, chiefly Dostoevsky, Steinbeck, O'Connor, Robert Frost, and Mythology in general (Greek, duh).
I do like Y.A. fiction, I enjoyed the Hunger Games (the first of my friends to do so, but I felt it my overwhelming duty to force the series on everyone within arms' reach(oh, and HP FTW)), but I am more of a realistic-fiction Y.A. person. So while Unwind (By Shusterman) was thrilling, John Green is my Y.A. hero. He champions the teenage male voice to new heights. Nobody does it like John. (Another note, to me, Y.A. is all about the dialogue and the characters, plot doesn't matter so long as you love the people you're reading about). (Sorry Sophocles!) So while I enjoy Y.A. fiction, I usually feel slackerish when I read it. It's hard to really love something you know is a complete waste of time.
Finally, I have a thing for J. D. Salinger. And I feel terrible about it, okay? I know, I know. If you don't know, don't ask. But he is just... Well, if you know, you know.
Getting to the point: Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
Synopsis/Book Reviews Here!
Stephanie Perkins' Blog
And it was great. For Y.A.
I am now obsessed with all things parisian. I loved Anna's friends (especially Josh and St. Claire), the plot was as predictable as they come, but again, with Y.A., don't expect miracles and don't expect HP, we all learn that one the hard way.
Perkins (the author) is fabulous in her creation of Etienne St. Clair (the gooey love interest) who is masterfully created and seems like a genuinely cool/funny/interesting person.
He also loves history... so +10pts.
I just have to go to Paris now, and learn French... and buy Perkins' next book in the Anna series (not really a series, but it's a three part companion novel(s)).
Unfortunately, I will have to wait until the cows come home (September 29th). It will be agonizing, but it must be done none the less. I realize that this was less of a review and more of a recommendation, but that's okay. I'm fine with that. Are you? Okay, good.
Anyways, Salinger rant/rave coming up soon. Probably. No promises. Bye.
I hope it's ok I discovered this...
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