I am a big fan of teen books. I know some people scoff at my loving them and act like I am not reading "real" books, but to them I say, "You're the one missing out." There are exquisite gems in the teen section of books. Some of my favorite books I have ever read are categorized for "young adults".
My favorites are the love stories. There is something so sweet and exciting to read about first loves. I got sick of reading stories about adult women who were either cynical or going through a divorce. In teen novels you get to experience the joy and simplicity of a first love.
Some of my favorite books are ones I have read in the past year or so:
Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater: When I finished Shiver I immediately ordered a copy to be sent to my sister. This book took my breath away.
All Unquiet Things by Anna Jarzab- The depth of characters in this book and the pain that was translated through the words was so exceptional. I was incredibly impressed by this book.
Delerium by Lauren Oliver- I was lucky enough to get an Advanced Reader Copy of this and was SO EXCITED because I loved her first book. This book is about love, but the type you discover as the main character does, too.
Have you read any of these?
XO,
SVR
+Title from Jimmy Eat World
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 03, 2011
Colder Than The Coldest Winter Was Cold
Writing Prompt: The Smells Of Winter
This morning I walked outside at 630am and was greeted by chilly air and the reminder that all is right in the world. The air was cold and I could smell winter. It didn't smell like snow, but it was that beautiful, refreshing non-odor that accompanies only the coldest of temperatures. I slowed my steps on my way to my car to fully enjoy it. I was bundled up so the cold didn't get to me, but even if it had, I like to soak it up while I can. Some people turn their heads toward the sun to soak up its warmth, but not me. I'm a slave to frigid temperatures. I want to wear two sweaters and a scarf. And gloves, and maybe even a hat. I want my nose to get cold and my breath to be seen in the air. Sometimes I drive with my windows down for as long as I can stand it. If I'm not worried about staying warm, then it's not cold enough.
XO,
SVR
+Title from The Dandy Warhols
This morning I walked outside at 630am and was greeted by chilly air and the reminder that all is right in the world. The air was cold and I could smell winter. It didn't smell like snow, but it was that beautiful, refreshing non-odor that accompanies only the coldest of temperatures. I slowed my steps on my way to my car to fully enjoy it. I was bundled up so the cold didn't get to me, but even if it had, I like to soak it up while I can. Some people turn their heads toward the sun to soak up its warmth, but not me. I'm a slave to frigid temperatures. I want to wear two sweaters and a scarf. And gloves, and maybe even a hat. I want my nose to get cold and my breath to be seen in the air. Sometimes I drive with my windows down for as long as I can stand it. If I'm not worried about staying warm, then it's not cold enough.
XO,
SVR
+Title from The Dandy Warhols
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