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Stephen Chbosky

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Emma

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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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She thought of how much people changed you. It was the opposite of what you always heard, that no one could change a person. It wasn’t true. It was only through other people that one ever did change.

—Susan Minot, EVENING

 

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“It’s just… I wish it was easier, for me, you know?” I make a special point not to look at her. “I wish it was someone else who was chosen for this. Someone competent. If only I didn’t stop that robbery. I wish I didn’t have to go through with it all.” It comes gushing out, with words like spilled milk. “And I wish it was me with you and not that other guy. I wish it was my own skin touching with yours…”

And there you have it.

Stupidity in its purest form.

“Oh, Ed.” Audrey looks away. “Oh, Ed.”

Our feet dangle.

I watch them, and I watch the jeans on Audrey’s legs.

We only sit there now.

Audrey and me.

And discomfort.

Squeezed in, between us.

She soon says, “You’re my best friend, Ed.”

“I know.”

You can kill a man with those words.

No gun.

No bullets.

Just words and a girl.” 

― Markus Zusak, I am the Messenger

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I finally finished reading Tiger Lily.

“Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you’ve heard. The boy and girl are far from innocent. Dear lives are lost. And good doesn’t win. In some places, there is something ultimately good about endings. In Neverland, that is not the case…” -Tinker Bell

I grew up loving Disney’s version of Peter Pan, wishing I could move to Neverland and never grow old. But this book only makes me love it infinitely MORE! 

This book is told, not from Tiger Lily’s point of view, but Tinker Bell’s which is actually SO brilliant! Not only is the empathic little faerie able to know Tiger Lily’s thoughts, but she gets a glimpse into other people’s too. We get to share Tinker Bell’s admiration for Tiger Lily’s undeniable courage. And we also get to know her motives, the reasons for little Tink’s actions and jealousy, and suddenly everything makes so much more sense. 

Going into this book, I didn’t care much for Tiger Lily. I knew her as the girl who loved Peter and nothing more. But Jodi Lynn Anderson made me care and ache and want to know more about this crow-feathered girl! By the end, I wanted to cry when it was over. I did cry — so much! As much as I love Wendy, part of me wished she wouldn’t show up so Peter and Tiger Lily could get a HEA. But my powers of compulsion can only go so far. :’)

Behind the scenes, Tiger Lily has a horrible life. She’s arranged to marry the awful Giant and everyone is scared of her. That’s why she craves those nightly escapades with Peter, who is wonderful and sweet in every way. With him, there’s adventure and life and promise. He’s so different from the boy I thought I knew — Less innocent? More fierce? — but this side of him is just as beautiful. ♥ 

My only complaint is that this book starts off slow and carries a similar pace throughout. Until Tiger Lily meets Peter, I was never completely pulled under and even then some parts felt dragged on. But the ending, the beauty, and the heartache makes up for it!

Tiger Lily is raw and beautiful and heartbreaking and sad. It took my heart, squeezed it into a tiny little ball, then let it fly. Because if you’ve seen Peter’s story, then you know how Tiger Lily’s end — and it doesn’t end well. But I promise that her story is well worth the read! 

BUY or BORROW?: If you want to pledge your love to Peter Pan or are even just a little bit curious about the girl with the crow feather in her hair, then you have to buy this book! 

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Alizee

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Clare: It’s hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s okay. It’s hard to be the one who stays.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way. 

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?

— The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger 

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There is one YA author whose books I just can’t put down: John Green. I love John Green! He’s written Looking for Alaska, The Fault in Our Stars, Paper Towns, The Abundance of Katherines... I can’t stop reading his books because they really stick with me and because he has an amazingly funny youtube channel with his brother, Hank (Vlogbrothers). 

I love those lines in his books that you look at and say, “Wow. That’s just so perfect. It perfectly describes this situation/my life/etc.” For me, one of those is, “So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.” ……

And more:

“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (…) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.” Is probably one of my favorite lines from any book.

“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.
“Augustus,” I said.
“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed that that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have and I am in love with you.”

“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”

 

P.S. Dear people, read read read….

Books are lost worlds waiting to be discovered.

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