Ponderings with little bursts of cartoon art.
serial distress [sɪriəl dɪˈstres]: suffering caused by finishing a book series.
However, discovering isn’t reading and reading is this really simply thing:
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by Sana
Ponderings with little bursts of cartoon art.
serial distress [sɪriəl dɪˈstres]: suffering caused by finishing a book series.
However, discovering isn’t reading and reading is this really simply thing:
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by Sana
Monotypes vs Monoprints is a feature about anything that is original or recurring in books. The basic idea is that there are some themes in fiction that are completely original and begin on an unetched canvas, so to speak, like monotypes. Whereas, the more common underlying themes that occur in books are akin to monoprints. I’d love to receive any feedback or suggestions that anyone may have regarding this feature.
‘While the male Bildungsroman, such as Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Catcher in the Rye, or The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz, tends to involve the acquisition of power, the experience of adventure, or the act of rebellion, the female version seems dictated by how well a heroine can withstand suffering without flinching.’
by Sana
Macaron-ed
I had my first macaron ever and it was divine. My friends and I were having tea in a cafe and they offered us macarons to try them out since they started selling it only recently. There was a strawberry flavored one and the other one was caramel-ish. I’m never getting tired of them.
All the Books
I bought seventeen books this month because I just want to read all the YA fantasy series. So yeah I went ahead and bought three complete series: Graceling Realm, The Archived, and Fire and Thorns. This is also in preparation for the ereader that I’m buying next month (yes, this is totally, finally happening).
20K Tweets
I planned to reach 20K tweets before January was over and right now, I’m at 20.3K. If only I was this motivated in other areas of my life as well. Seriously, though, Twitter is the best.
I watched the first episode of Sherlock this month and mentally shook myself to ask just why did it take me 2 years to watch it.
Awkward‘s season finale left me feeling all fuzzy and warm.
New Girl and Brooklyn Nine-Nine make Tuesdays worth it.
The latest episode of How I Met Your Mother was so whimsical I loved it.
This year, I aim to watch all the movies I so easily watchlist on IMDB. I might actually succeed. I think.
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 (thumbs up) – It was ridiculously funny and I loved Barry the strawberry. Why aren’t foodimals real?
I’m actually ahead on my Goodreads challenge this month. Yeah, that’s how rarely I’m ahead when it comes to this challenge. Ha.
The Witch of Duva by Leigh Bardugo
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
The Tailor by Leigh Bardugo
The Promise of Amazing by Robin Constantine
Uninvited by Sophie Jordan
No One Else Can Have You by Kathleen Hale
Cruel Beauty by Rosamund Hodge
Just One Year by Gayle Forman
Steelheart by Brandon Sanderson
Incarnate by Jodi Meadows
Halfway to the Grave by Jeaniene Frost
The Madman’s Daughter by Megan Shepherd
All the Truth That’s In Me by Julie Berry
Graceling by Kristin Cashore
Scarlet by A.C. Gaughen
Just One Year by Gayle Forman
The Archived by Victoria Schwab
The Unbound by Victoria Schwab
Seraphina by Rachel Hartman
The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson
The Crown of Embers by Rae Carson
The Bitter Kingdom by Rae Carson
Mammon Inc. by Hwee Hwee Tan
by Sana
‘And you. Leonidas’s sweet and gentle daughter, with a world of poison in your heart. You fought and fought to keep all the cruelty locked up in your head, and for what? None of them ever loved you, because none of them ever knew you.’
‘They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense. But now I knew that every mad word was true.’
by Sana
No One Else Can Have You by Kathleen Hale
young adult contemporary mystery published by HarperTeen on January 7th, 2014
Small towns are nothing if not friendly. Friendship, Wisconsin (population: 689 688) is no different. Around here, everyone wears a smile. And no one ever locks their doors. Until, that is, high school sweetheart Ruth Fried is found murdered. Strung up like a scarecrow in the middle of a cornfield.
Unfortunately, Friendship’s police are more adept at looking for lost pets than catching killers. So Ruth’s best friend, Kippy Bushman, armed with only her tenacious Midwestern spirit and Ruth’s secret diary (which Ruth’s mother had asked her to read in order to redact any, you know, sex parts), sets out to find the murderer. But in a quiet town like Friendship—where no one is a suspect—anyone could be the killer.
No One Else Can Have You is a weird book with a strikingly odd main character, Kippy Bushman, who lives in a safe, small town of Friendship, Wisconsin. I am aware of all the did-not-finish, what-a-slut-shaming-main-character, what-the-hell-is-this-book responses out there and you know what? All that coupled with a healthy dose of unease is a vital part of No One Else Can Have You. The reader has to be far out of reach of their comfort zone to read and enjoy it. So yes, I understand why certain readers couldn’t stomach all the weirdness that is this book but I could, I did and it was gruesomely aweinspiring.
The prologue of No One Else Can Have You sets such an eerie-ingly horrifying tone and that it’s hard not to cringe. It’s about a page long and it’s so disturbing that it still lingers in the back of a mind.
Kippy Bushman is equally flawed in her judgements of people and in her awkward quirkiness. She’s obviously had a hard time connecting to people which is painful to read about. Her relationship with her father, Dom, is as bizarre as the turtlenecks that are her standard choice of apparel. Ever since she lost her mother to madness and imminent death, Kippy Bushman has been overly attached to her only friend, Ruth Fried. But now that’s Ruth dead, well, that is enough of a push she needs to spring out of her shell.
You see, despite being her best friend, Ruth did not like Kippy. Sure, she appreciated their friendship but she wasn’t as good a friend as she seemed to be. And to know that your only friend in the world thinks that you’re pathetic to the point of being nauseous and that she was having an affair with a much older man only a few hours before that friend’s funeral is all just too much for Kippy to comprehend. So it’s no wonder that the funeral turns out to be the disastrous of funerals which is only the beginning.
Kippy is torn between her grief and anger over Ruth’s murder. With Ruth’s parents out of town, Dom acting all soft towards her and Ralph being his usual video-game-obsessed-neighbour-slash-second-best-friend, she turns to Davey to express her unease over Ruth’s murder and her alleged killer. Davey is Ruth’s brother back from war in Afghanistan minus one of his fingers. The almost-strangers-to-each-other duo manage to work together for a while before it all goes even further south for Kippy. With an avenging Sheriff, an overprotective father and a sketchy old lawyer, Kippy has her hands full trying to sort it all out but with a history of unintentional violence, it’s only a matter of time before the nice small town of Friendship turns on her for supporting the alleged killer.
No One Else Can Have You is a debut that tests the reader with its endless oddities. Despite being a little wary to pick it up, the disturbing prologue and the engaging mystery soon replaced my wariness. Whilst there are some things that are somewhat ridiculous and a bit exaggerated, they’re dismissible enough to not affect the murder mystery. Guessing and trying to sort out the mystery coupled with a dark and looming tone of the story makes the experience of reading No One Else Can Have You unique. If you are into reading an uncomfortable, character-driven story of a strange girl with her stranger behavior who’s too cool for a town named Friendship, this book is for you.
‘But I guess I still have this fear that you can catch invisible things from other people. That someone else’s insanity can creep under your skin and fry your brain.’
‘Now that I’m awake, I think of what I’ve lost and tumble between utter remorse and childlike hope, anxiously retracing all my wrong moves and praying for time machines. Part of me imagines clawing through the jungle surrounding this asylum, and crawling all the way to Davey—playing some kind of love song on a guitar outside his window, even though I don’t know how to play guitar—and begging for his company back.’