I DO NOT LIKE WRITING MONTHLY WRAP-UPS. Like, I already have plans to post about something else?? I’ve been working on a different post?? Why am I diagnosed with Multiple Hiatus’ Influenza?? AHAHAHAA, as if that was real. ANYHOW, I still have no idea why I decide to write these because 1) they take forever and 2) it’s a new month what and 3) it’s a new month what?? And yet here I am.
I am not generally known for being someone who shrieks a lot about books. Most people who don’t know about this secret blog set up or whatever you call it 😉 have reason to think I’m a cool, engaging, interesting little social butterfly. So now, I have to take a moment to sigh and place my hand dramatically on my forehead because I am about to ruin the reason people have to always think of me in that facade.
If I was to present to you right now 10 different, latest YA releases, how many do you think you would be able to point out to me that are empowering books but don’t have romance as a subplot, or aren’t centered around teen love? That’s right. Hardly any. Much to the chagrin of not just me, but hopefully plenty other bookworms, authors are forgetting to add that element of believability and are getting carried away–not that it’s necessarily bad of them since this is fiction–but really, which somewhat-sane person here is going to vouch for the continual of biased, unrealistic teen love that is being portrayed in books?
Occasionally I will read a book and fall direly in love with the characters. Most of the time, I connect with the characters but I never really fall in love with them. So when a character Will Herondale comes along, I have too much to lose. And I do, really, because when I go and read all the reviews that hate on TID or ACOMAF (why do I be so cruel to myself), I find myself reasoning that, yes, the characters are overrated a little, yes, they’re not exactly original, but still, YES I’M STILL IN FREAKING LOVE WITH THEM. So why don’t I just explain?
Did you see the little wordplay there? Did you? Because it’s the best wordplay you’re ever going to get in all of January because when I’m still reading all of my Xmas gifted-books, my attention doesn’t do too good of a job of staying on blog posts like how my resolve doesn’t do too good of a job of staying alive when there is any kind of sweet in the house.
Christmas is over? New Year’s is here? THE YEAR OF 2016 IS DEAD AND GONE, YOU SAY? I digress. 2016 is basically dead and gone, just like you said, and now it comes to me to do a very obligatory, reluctant little midsection about the GREAT AND GLORIOUS READING YEAR THIS WAS. And it was, truly. But still the only thing I am prone to enjoy about this post is the chaotic throwing of graphics and photos everywhere.
In the horrifying event that someone did not know what bookstagram is because they live under a rock*, I have a prepared solution set aside especially for this. Bookstagram is the biggest book community you can find pretty much anywhere and except for all the customary life snapshot installments, there’s gorgeous book photo/eye-candy instead. I don’t quite understand why anyone would NOT want a bookstagram.
It’s actually quite simple: how I deal with writer’s block is scolding it (they? him? her?) and being a naturally evil creature and exiling it to Neverland where it can live with Captain Hook because he will probably treat writer’s block better than I will. Or he will use it as a hook for his hand and thus have a whole new torture device of the worst kind.
I’ve been holding off on this review for a while now because I just don’t know what to say. Like you know when you read a book that you connect with on a super deep level, and words are just too little to express it? Le sigh.