Bye-Bye, April!

**All pictures (asides from the gifs) are my own in this post. 
            This month has been... busy....

How life and I interact  ^ 

             This is my first "official" wrap-up post, so it'll will probably stink #sorrynotsorry 

-My family and I went camping, but had to leave a day early because of rain. 

We didn't see any alligators, although we have before. One of the friends I made there told me a day after I left that her family had spotted one.

My family ^^ <3

-I saw Avengers: Infinity War with some friends (yesterday, actually) and I am NOT OK. 

-I've done an awful job with keeping up with blogs, I'm sorry!

-Camp nano went... hahahahahaha.... I wrote 14,269 out of my goal of 30K

-My co-op is ending this Friday for the school year, it's a bittersweet feeling. 

-But I am in charge of the end of the year slideshow, so I'm worried about that going wrong last minute. STRESS. YAY.  

-This my style this month could be described as tired, smudged, and overly caffeinated

-My favorite class this year has been art, partly because no homework, and partly because well, art. Although I am not as good as Piper Anson. 

-My youngest brother continues to be a mess but simultaneously adorable.

I wish I could show his full face, but his smile is just <33 

-I'm also driving now with my learner's permit, which has been... well... no one's died.... yet.

-I've eaten too much chocolate and pizza, I kept telling myself that I was going to lose my winter/school year fluff this month, and then I preceded to stuff my face with food. Oops.

-This month has had it's fair share of awkward moments, I love the teenage years.

Posts this month:

Notable books read this month: 

-Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia

-Safe by Dawn Husted

-Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

-Extremities by David Lubar

Favorite posts from around the blogosphere: 

How to Identify and Correct Info Dumps by Shannon Dittemore

Invite Yourself to Tea by Julian Daventry

Your Words Matter//Spread the Light by Ivie Brooks

Your Greatest Teacher is You by Hannah White

The Time I Met Damian McGinty by Lilah

I honestly don't know what else to put so, that's a wrap! 

How was y'all's month?
What did you do?
What good books have you read?
Have you watched the new avengers? (EMAIL ME, I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO).

Happy Writing,


7 Books That Will Hit You Hard


"Speak up for yourself--we want to know what you have to say." From the first moment of her freshman year at Merryweather High, Melinda knows this is a big fat lie, part of the nonsense of high school. She is friendless, outcast, because she busted an end-of-summer party by calling the cops, so now nobody will talk to her, let alone listen to her. As time passes, she becomes increasingly isolated and practically stops talking altogether. Only her art class offers any solace, and it is through her work on an art project that she is finally able to face what really happened at that terrible party: she was raped by an upperclassman, a guy who still attends Merryweather and is still a threat to her. Her healing process has just begun when she has another violent encounter with him. But this time Melinda fights back, refuses to be silent, and thereby achieves a measure of vindication.

Sarah Rivers has it all: successful husband, healthy kids, beautiful home, meaningful church work. Corinne, Sarah's sister, struggles to get by. From Web site development to jewelry sales, none of the pies she has her thumb stuck in contains a plum worth pulling. No wonder Corinne envies Sarah. What she doesn't know is how jealous Sarah is of her. And what neither of them realizes is how their frantic drive for achievement is speeding them headlong past the things that matter most in life. So when their mother, Maggie, purchases plane tickets for them to join her in a vacation on the Gulf of Mexico, they almost decline the offer. But circumstances force the issue, and the sisters soon find themselves first thrown together, then ultimately drawn together, in one memorable week in a cabin called 'Seaside.’
Eleanor Estes’s The Hundred Dresses won a Newbery Honor in 1945 and has never been out of print since. At the heart of the story is Wanda Petronski, a Polish girl in a Connecticut school who is ridiculed by her classmates for wearing the same faded blue dress every day. Wanda claims she has one hundred dresses at home, but everyone knows she doesn’t and bullies her mercilessly. The class feels terrible when Wanda is pulled out of the school, but by that time it’s too late for apologies. Maddie, one of Wanda’s classmates, ultimately decides that she is "never going to stand by and say nothing again." This powerful, timeless story has been reissued with a new letter from the author’s daughter Helena Estes, and with the Caldecott artist Louis Slobodkin’s original artwork in beautifully restored color.

Samara Taylor used to believe in miracles. She used to believe in a lot of things. As a pastor's kid, it's hard not to buy in to the idea of the perfect family, a loving God, and amazing grace. But lately, Sam has a lot of reason to doubt. Her mother lands in rehab after a DUI and her father seems more interested in his congregation than his family. When a young girl in her small town is kidnapped, the local tragedy overlaps with Sam's personal one, and the already-worn thread of faith holding her together begins to unravel.

At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn't the monster Conor's been expecting-- he's been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he's had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It's ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth. From the final idea of award-winning author Siobhan Dowd-- whose premature death from cancer prevented her from writing it herself-- Patrick Ness has spun a haunting and darkly funny novel of mischief, loss, and monsters both real and imagined.
Rose has changed. She still lives in the same neighborhood and goes to the same high school with the same group of kids, but when she woke up today, something was a little different. Her clothes and hair don’t suit her anymore. The dogs who live upstairs are no longer a terror. She wants to throw a party—this from a girl who hardly ever spoke to her classmates before. There’s no more sadness in her life; she’s bursting with happiness.

But something still feels wrong to Rose. Because until very recently, she was an entirely different person—a person who’s still there inside her, just beneath the thinnest layer of skin.
Hot girls get the fairy tales. No one cares about the stepsisters’ story. Those girls don’t get a sweet little ending; they get a lifetime of longing.

Imogen Keegen has never had a happily ever after–in fact, she doesn’t think they are possible. Ever since her mother’s death seven years ago, Imogen has pulled herself in and out of therapy, struggled with an “emotionally disturbed” special ed. label, and loathed her perma-plus-sized status.
When Imogen’s new stepsister, the evil and gorgeous Ella Cinder, moves in down the hall, Imogen begins losing grip on the pieces she’s been trying to hold together. The only things that gave her solace–the theatre, cheese fries, and her best friend, Grant–aren’t enough to save her from her pain this time.
While Imogen is enjoying her moment in the spotlight after the high school musical, the journal pages containing her darkest thoughts get put on display. Now, Imogen must resign herself to be crushed under the ever-increasing weight of her pain, or finally accept the starring role in her own life story.
And maybe even find herself a happily ever after.

Read any of these?

What would you add to this list? 

Happy Writing,


Diversity in YA: Why We Need It

        I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, admiring the view of our downtown. It was a warm Friday night, fairylights that hung along doorways of shops twinkled, street lights cast a warm glow on the streets and the cars passing, smells of cinnamon and apple pie drifted from nearby bakery shops.

         I am not a city person, but if I had to live in town, I decided, it would be here.

        My favorite thing about downtown is the people, children dashing down the sidewalk, parents close on their heels, trying to get them to slow down and apologizing to the people their children nearly run over. Couples laughing and holding hands as they peer into windows of shops. Elderly people greeting old friends.

         As I watched the crowd, I started to notice something, most of the couples were interracial. I was admiring a couple as they walked by, they were both very attractive and they complimented each other greatly. He was Korean, she was black. His arm was around her, and they were laughing. They looked so content that I smiled, I hoped that one day I’d find someone to laugh with like that.

       Then I started to notice the other couples, I admired how they contrasted and complimented each other, how their skin tones right beside each other seemed to glow.

          Families of different ethnicities walked together, their children playing and talking to one another.

 It was beautiful, effortless.  

The way it’s suppose to be. 

           The world is too beautiful to just be one color. It wasn't meant to be one color, our differences are wonderful. 

So why do so many authors seem to forget this?

             Guys, not everyone is white. Newsflash. But so often I read books and there are only white characters.

              Is there anything wrong with white characters? No, of course not! But it saddens me to think that some writers are still thinking inside the white-washed box of stereotypes.

              It also saddens me that books with main characters that aren't white or even ones with a few non-white side characters are considered unique.

             Look, I'm a white girl, I have curly brown hair, brown eyes, I'm short, and I'm clumsy as well as a bit quirky, asides from being homeschooled, Christian, and conservative, it's not that hard to find a character that I can relate to in looks and struggles. 

            Four of my younger siblings are Hispanic, how many books with a Hispanic MC or a side character can you name from the top of your head from your local library?
             I am not saying that you should force your cast of characters to be racially mixed, or that you should go all out with a story about a character fighting modern racism, but just know that there are other stories to be told.

             Different voices to be heard, and different eyes to see through. It has been proven that reading books can increase empathy (read all about that study here.) it's so important to have diversity in books. 

             Books helped me when I felt invisible, when I read about girls like me I felt heard and understood. EVERYONE should be able to feel that way when reading. 

           Sometimes it's hard to realize that there is a lack if it doesn't necessarily effect you, but just because you live in a nice house doesn't mean nobody else is homeless. 

            The world is too beautiful to just be the same or to just be one color, so why make your books just one color?
       *From pinterest, all credit to the original creator. 

What are your thoughts on racial diversity in books?

Happy Writing,