28 June 2014

Book Talk: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

This book was strongly recommended to me, and the title snatched me for sure. Unfortunately, I was overall disappointed.
Sentence-Synopsis: Fangirl is about a girl who is obsessed with Harry Potter and doesn't want to move on to college but she has to anyway and has personal growth.
First of all, I really enjoyed Rowell's writing style. Her sentences were crisp and her vocabulary was good enough to keep me interested. She had excellent flow and easily painted a picture of each scene for her readers. She often includes details that may seem unnecessary, but really end up complementing the piece nicely.
Having just finished my freshman year of college myself, the story was very relatable. Cather has all the same apprehensions we do, and same dry humor we love to use in ventilation on Twitter. I can see how readers easily connect with her story. We root for her as we would ourselves in her relationships and accomplishments. I was simply disappointed that the story didn't grab me more. It wasn't quite tantalizingly unique.
Sometimes, predictability is a side effect of a relatable book. I didn't guess every detail coming, but no gasping or rapid fanning of face occurred. Although the boyfriend is a total dream, Cath gets there in a very realistic way. He isn't a far-away fantasy like Edward, but he's someone we would wish for, even though there are evident flaws. Rowell doesn't leave out the minor dramas that happen in college, but she doesn't blow it out of proportion either. I applaud her for that and I reiterate, it's a very believable novel. If contemporary romance is your favorite, you will love this book. Slightly witty, entertaining enough, and easy to breeze through.
For me, Fangirl would have made the perfect grieving book. It's the hammock you lie in while wearing your Literary Indifference hat after having your heart broken by the most recent installment of the sci-fi series you're committed to.
Overall Grade:     B
Disclaimers: Adult language used casually and consistently, very brief intimacy.

15 June 2014

I'm 18, of course I know everything.

Sometimes I go lovely places and marvel at a geographically different portion of the sky we live under. The trees are majestic and the mountains are big show offs and the air feels lighter. When the environment changes sometimes the thoughts get cleaner and deeper and extremely analytical. So I feel like I've learned another tiny piece about something  I want to be good at and am a long way from doing so. But I forgot my journal, so here's another 212 words into the sea of internet oblivion.
It's not about loving each other despite our weaknesses, it's about loving each other because of them. When they have a weakness and they're willing to show it to you, that is a rather high level of trust. They don't want the weakness, maybe they haven't even recognized it yet. But there is a good chance they are trying their best. With the trust, you have the opportunity to help them improve their character and yours by demonstrating patience, understanding, support. You are going to need it too, someday. When they have a weakness and can do good things and be happy anyway, you've chosen a good one. It always helps to have good things happen to them, however; there's another choice you can make. Don't regret your choices, what an unfortunate waste time that is. Recognize them as yours, recognize what you can't and shouldn't change. I find it in people's best interest to be happy. The person with the most power over one's happiness is himself. However, a very close second is that person they've chosen to share all of themselves with. You can make happy or you can exert contention. One is to no avail of your own happiness.
At least those are the thoughts. What do I know?

11 June 2014


So there's that moment. When you have to use the bathroom at your guy friends' apartment, and you're like ew. Just ewwww.*Shiver*
No Brooklyn, it's okay, they're boys. Boys just do, they don't analyze spaces. Boys are messy. No big deal.
But then you realize, oh my goodness. I'm marrying one of these someday. And that means live in the same proximity thereof.
So conclusion:
Boys (or messy people): ask your mother if you're rather messy, and if so, enhance your bonus points enormously by working on it in the name of love.
Girls (or fellow anxiously OCD people): take a deep breath and calculate priorities. Messy rooms are not rebellious backlashes of evil laughter. They are humane occurences.
Wishing you peaceful, strong, responsible and passionate love,