Books I Would Hate/Love to be Movies
With The Hunger Games movie so close and my giddiness coming to a climax I thought it would be good to talk about my nerves about the movie.
I’ve read the Hunger Games, the whole series, and it was brilliant. I was so enthralled with the series that when I first found it would be a movie I was so excited. The bright clothes, Rue’s song, how it was all supposed to me some kind of sick TV show. Unless they pulled a Twilight[by that I mean good actors with a horrible script because Twilight was a horrible book], there was no way it could go wrong.
But not all books are great for the silver screen. Here are some books that that I love to read but I would hate to see.
1. The Night Circus- The only way it would work is if it had a James Cameron style budget. Everything is so elaborate. There’s a lot of settings and the actors would have to be really good(even the child ones). I just don’t see it realistically being a good movie.
2. City of Bones- This wouldn’t work. All the hinting at incest would probably not go into the movie and then would change a lot of the plot. Maybe it would work more as a TV show? I’m not sure. Just no movie.
3. Before I Fall- This should be obvious. All the repittion would get really annoying and tiring in a movie.
Although there’s always the impending threat that the movie won’t live up to its book, there are some books that I would like to see as movies because they could just work.
1. Crank- It would be an interesting movie and a lot of people might not like it, but I think that it would just work. To be able to see how Bree changed and became so different and to what lengths you could take the movie would be interesting.
2. Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight- It would be so cute! Just the perfect love story all wrapped up into one cute movie. I would call it the new “When Harry Met Sally” with pride.
3. Daughter of Smoke and Bone- I just keep thinking of the fight scene in the air and how cool that would look. Might not work as well as it does in my head. But I love it.
The Power of Six... Or Seven?.. Or Ten? (Book Review)
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The Power of Six by Pittacus Lore
I've seen him on the news. Followed the stories about what happened in Ohio. John Smith, out there, on the run. To the world, he's a mystery. But to me . . . he's one of us.
Nine of us came here, but sometimes I wonder if time has changed us—if we all still believe in our mission. How can I know? There are six of us left. We're hiding, blending in, avoiding contact with one another . . . but our Legacies are developing, and soon we'll be equipped to fight. Is John Number Four, and is his appearance the sign I've been waiting for? And what about Number Five and Six? Could one of them be the raven-haired girl with the stormy eyes from my dreams? The girl with powers that are beyond anything I could ever imagine? The girl who may be strong enough to bring the six of us together?
They caught Number One in Malaysia.
Number Two in England.
And Number Three in Kenya.
They tried to catch Number Four in Ohio—and failed.
I am Number Seven. One of six still alive.
And I'm ready to fight.
Nine of us came here, but sometimes I wonder if time has changed us—if we all still believe in our mission. How can I know? There are six of us left. We're hiding, blending in, avoiding contact with one another . . . but our Legacies are developing, and soon we'll be equipped to fight. Is John Number Four, and is his appearance the sign I've been waiting for? And what about Number Five and Six? Could one of them be the raven-haired girl with the stormy eyes from my dreams? The girl with powers that are beyond anything I could ever imagine? The girl who may be strong enough to bring the six of us together?
They caught Number One in Malaysia.
Number Two in England.
And Number Three in Kenya.
They tried to catch Number Four in Ohio—and failed.
I am Number Seven. One of six still alive.
And I'm ready to fight.
I also really dislike the blurb. Is that okay? YES because overall, I liked the sequel to I Am Number Four. It started out really slow and that caused me to keep putting it off(the very reason I am only reviewing it now), but now that I have read it, I wished that I had kept on reading.
Number Seven is currently alive in Spain under the pseudonym of Marina and living in an orphanage with her Cepan, Addelina. She was thoroughly unlikable to me in the beginning of the book, which was why the only thing that kept me reading half of the time was Four's POV. The dialogue is occasionally really fake, sounding nothing like teens today would at all but most of the time it works, which was good enough for me.
Things that annoyed me or I would have changed:
*The text messages conversation between Sarah and John. It just was so fake I wanted to puke.
*The text messages conversation between Sarah and John. It just was so fake I wanted to puke.
*Sarah in general. "oh boo hoo people call me a weirdo." Go eat a cheezburger and GTFO.
*The character Miranda that just so happened to look a lot like Number Seven. At least mention the character before. -.- #ThingsThatFusterateMeInBooksToNoEnd
Quote that I absolutely LOVED:
Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee cord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart.Overall:
*Did I completely LOVE the book to no end? No
*Were there PARTS of the book that I really loved? Yes. The fight scenes, above quote, Bernie Kosar, Sam, Number Ten and Sam's Dad.
*Will I read the next one in the series? With a cliffhanger like the one that I got how could I not? Things are finally starting to heat up!
4 points out of 5
Surprised that I've been doing a book review once a week? So am I! :D Hopefully I will keep it up. I do have a goal to read 100 books by December 31. And I suspect that about 20 to 30 books will be read over the summer. Anyway, until next time :)
Inspiration: Not the Usual This Week
I was going to post my normal pictures and music that inspired me this week but when thinking of inspiration two things stuck in my head and two things only. First was the song from the group piece that I am in. It is "Drumming Song" by Florence + The Machine, and I love it. It is at the top. But what I really wanted to write about was letting go. That was really what my week was about.
I'm a very bold person, and I never let anything try to stop me. In some ways, I think it's my best trait but sometimes it can be my worse. You see, I never can just let go. I'll believe in someone with all of my heart. I'll get attached, but life doesn't always go as planned and when there's problems I never can just let go. I'll keep pushing, keep hoping, keep praying, but sometimes all the action in the world wont help anything.
In January, I gave up. Second semester had just started and my life got turned completely upside down. There were tears, a lot of them, and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I had to get away, so I stopped trying. At everything. School. Writing. Cello. Friends. Relationships. Everything but Dance. I thought that by letting go everything might just fall into place. It didn't.
I now have bad grades, a novel that still isn't finished, very rusty skills at cello, less friends than I've ever had in my entire life, and I'm single. Am I angry at myself? Well, it's complicated.
I learned that when it comes to school, no matter how smart you are, you still have to work. I had always taken my work ethic for granted but now I value it. I also learned that cello isn't like riding a bike, you can't just relearn all your skills in a couple of minutes.
But on the other hand, I found that real friends are the ones that stay with you even when you have given up. Sometimes, after putting so much work into a relationship you have to step back and see if it can stand on its own. And taking a break from writing can occasionally be a good thing. It gives you a chance for a new perspective.
So letting go, not always the best. But do I regret it? Never.
I'm a very bold person, and I never let anything try to stop me. In some ways, I think it's my best trait but sometimes it can be my worse. You see, I never can just let go. I'll believe in someone with all of my heart. I'll get attached, but life doesn't always go as planned and when there's problems I never can just let go. I'll keep pushing, keep hoping, keep praying, but sometimes all the action in the world wont help anything.
In January, I gave up. Second semester had just started and my life got turned completely upside down. There were tears, a lot of them, and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I had to get away, so I stopped trying. At everything. School. Writing. Cello. Friends. Relationships. Everything but Dance. I thought that by letting go everything might just fall into place. It didn't.
I now have bad grades, a novel that still isn't finished, very rusty skills at cello, less friends than I've ever had in my entire life, and I'm single. Am I angry at myself? Well, it's complicated.
I learned that when it comes to school, no matter how smart you are, you still have to work. I had always taken my work ethic for granted but now I value it. I also learned that cello isn't like riding a bike, you can't just relearn all your skills in a couple of minutes.
But on the other hand, I found that real friends are the ones that stay with you even when you have given up. Sometimes, after putting so much work into a relationship you have to step back and see if it can stand on its own. And taking a break from writing can occasionally be a good thing. It gives you a chance for a new perspective.
So letting go, not always the best. But do I regret it? Never.
This is My Cover Story :)
I read ebooks but covers still are important to me. A cover(along with your blurb) is your book’s first impression on a reader. I remember, when I was younger, walking into my town’s Borders. First, my mom would say, like she did every time we walked in, how she loved the smell of books and paper. She always said how there was nothing like it. Then I would wander away from her, over to the children section in the far left corner, and search for my next good book.
Since I was little, I would always look at the book in this order: Cover, title, blurb. And if one of them didn’t work for me then I would set it down and look for one that better matches my criteria. Now that I have a kindle it has changed a little bit. But I still do love good cover art. Here are some covers that I absolutely love and why.
So it’s the first cover and you can already tell that I like simple covers. But what can I say? A simple cover says a lot. I love how the picture of the star and the girl both look hand made. It gives the book a real and authentic look. I love how the girl is imperfect which mirrors the story in a good way.
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
Whenever I see this cover I get this feeling of giddy wonder that I had when I first read the book. I love how the border around the title is so elaborate. I love how the circus looks so perfect and toy-like in the pretty gloved hand. This cover goes with the story so well. I couldn’t see anything else do it justice.
I occasionally will read a historical fiction novel and love it. That happened with this book, but what really drew me in was the cover. The girl looks shy in mysterious at the same time which intrigues me. I especially love the corset and how simple yet elaborate it looks. And the font that goes right over is just seems to match
Since I was little, I would always look at the book in this order: Cover, title, blurb. And if one of them didn’t work for me then I would set it down and look for one that better matches my criteria. Now that I have a kindle it has changed a little bit. But I still do love good cover art. Here are some covers that I absolutely love and why.
Stargirl by Jerry Spinnelli
So it’s the first cover and you can already tell that I like simple covers. But what can I say? A simple cover says a lot. I love how the picture of the star and the girl both look hand made. It gives the book a real and authentic look. I love how the girl is imperfect which mirrors the story in a good way.
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
Whenever I see this cover I get this feeling of giddy wonder that I had when I first read the book. I love how the border around the title is so elaborate. I love how the circus looks so perfect and toy-like in the pretty gloved hand. This cover goes with the story so well. I couldn’t see anything else do it justice.
A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray
I occasionally will read a historical fiction novel and love it. That happened with this book, but what really drew me in was the cover. The girl looks shy in mysterious at the same time which intrigues me. I especially love the corset and how simple yet elaborate it looks. And the font that goes right over is just seems to match
So what’s your favorite cover?
I'm Not Okay
Sadness is one of those things that are different for everyone. Here’s a little snippet of how it is for me...
Let me tell the truth here guys. I’m not really the happiest person right now. That’s why all this work has been getting done. It’s why ally my writer-ly friends have been hearing from me so much. When I get sad it’s not just one thing. It never has been. You see, I’m the kind of person that has a bad habit of bottling up all my feelings. After a while, they start to leak out and eventually (you guessed it) I explode. So what do I do then? Cry, scream, pretend that I’m not alive anymore? Of course not. I throw myself into my work.
Thinking too much kills me. I’m always halfway between the real world and my imagination anyway, so when I’m sad and I cant stop thinking about it I don’t know what to do anymore. I just start gazing off into space. I get lost.
My only way to fix that is to throw myself into anything and everything. I try to talk and laugh with everyone. I write large portions of Doppled in Gray, I edit, I revise. I sing. I dance some more. It doesn’t change anything I’m feeling on the inside but it pushes it down a bit.
It’s not like no one can tell. I’m not shy. I never have been. Just yesterday, I walked up to a guy and said his Mohawk was sexy. I’m open, I say what’s on my mind as soon as it gets there. My need to communicate is overwhelming sometimes. So when I get quiet, because I’m lost in the sadness that I just cant get rid of, no matter what my word count is or how many pirrouettes I did that day, people notice. People ask me what’s wrong. I always have the same answer. Nothing.
It’s not because I want attention. I don’t want you to keep asking. What I want you to do, is let me get over it by myself. This kind of sadness can’t be fixed. I’ve tried. You just have to let it go away at its own pace. Saying something wont fix anything. Be happy for me.
So what does this say for my work? I will be a fabulous worker until I get over this. Get ready for lots and lots of book reviews(One a week for, who knows how long...) and blog posts on interesting stuff. I’ll also try posting teasers of Doppled in Gray every time I write something I think is pretty good.
In all I’m not okay. But everything else will be. So don’t worry :)
Let me tell the truth here guys. I’m not really the happiest person right now. That’s why all this work has been getting done. It’s why ally my writer-ly friends have been hearing from me so much. When I get sad it’s not just one thing. It never has been. You see, I’m the kind of person that has a bad habit of bottling up all my feelings. After a while, they start to leak out and eventually (you guessed it) I explode. So what do I do then? Cry, scream, pretend that I’m not alive anymore? Of course not. I throw myself into my work.
Thinking too much kills me. I’m always halfway between the real world and my imagination anyway, so when I’m sad and I cant stop thinking about it I don’t know what to do anymore. I just start gazing off into space. I get lost.
My only way to fix that is to throw myself into anything and everything. I try to talk and laugh with everyone. I write large portions of Doppled in Gray, I edit, I revise. I sing. I dance some more. It doesn’t change anything I’m feeling on the inside but it pushes it down a bit.
It’s not like no one can tell. I’m not shy. I never have been. Just yesterday, I walked up to a guy and said his Mohawk was sexy. I’m open, I say what’s on my mind as soon as it gets there. My need to communicate is overwhelming sometimes. So when I get quiet, because I’m lost in the sadness that I just cant get rid of, no matter what my word count is or how many pirrouettes I did that day, people notice. People ask me what’s wrong. I always have the same answer. Nothing.
It’s not because I want attention. I don’t want you to keep asking. What I want you to do, is let me get over it by myself. This kind of sadness can’t be fixed. I’ve tried. You just have to let it go away at its own pace. Saying something wont fix anything. Be happy for me.
So what does this say for my work? I will be a fabulous worker until I get over this. Get ready for lots and lots of book reviews(One a week for, who knows how long...) and blog posts on interesting stuff. I’ll also try posting teasers of Doppled in Gray every time I write something I think is pretty good.
In all I’m not okay. But everything else will be. So don’t worry :)
Legend (Book Review)
Legend by Marie Lu
What was once the western United States is now home to the Republic, a nation perpetually at war with its neighbors. Born into an elite family in one of the Republic's wealthiest districts, fifteen-year-old June is a prodigy being groomed for success in the Republic's highest military circles. Born into the slums, fifteen-year-old Day is the country's most wanted criminal. But his motives may not be as malicious as they seem.
From very different worlds, June and Day have no reason to cross paths - until the day June's brother, Metias, is murdered and Day becomes the prime suspect. Caught in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, Day is in a race for his family's survival, while June seeks to avenge Metias' death. But in a shocking turn of events, the two uncover the truth of what has really brought them together, and the sinister lengths their country will go to keep its secrets.
[BEWARE: THIS DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS]
What was once the western United States is now home to the Republic, a nation perpetually at war with its neighbors. Born into an elite family in one of the Republic's wealthiest districts, fifteen-year-old June is a prodigy being groomed for success in the Republic's highest military circles. Born into the slums, fifteen-year-old Day is the country's most wanted criminal. But his motives may not be as malicious as they seem.
From very different worlds, June and Day have no reason to cross paths - until the day June's brother, Metias, is murdered and Day becomes the prime suspect. Caught in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, Day is in a race for his family's survival, while June seeks to avenge Metias' death. But in a shocking turn of events, the two uncover the truth of what has really brought them together, and the sinister lengths their country will go to keep its secrets.
[BEWARE: THIS DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS]
This book wasn't particularly bad, I just feel that after all the dystopian novels I have read (including the Hunger Games, Uglies , Unwind. All of which I fell in love with.) I have became sort of a critic to this sort of genre. Especially when the dystopian involves romance.
I didn't find the plot-line particularly believable. June is already too young for the school that she is in and they are making her a full blown agent just because her brother dies? Can't see that happening. Sorry.
Something else that through me off was how quickly June decided that Thomas was the killer. Just automatically thought that he couldn't be trusted. She was so quick to decide that Day was right about everything instead of the people that had protected her for her entire life.
What must have annoyed me the most was the romance. I know that this was the first book in a series but really?! One kiss and you decide that he can't be that bad. The romance should have been either fleshed out a lot more or just completely taken out. It annoyed me to no end.
Some things I did like:
*The use of the character Kaede. Maybe some other people expected her to come in handy later in the novel, but I didn't.
*The setting. I really like some of the details of the republic and how different states are fighting with or against each other. There is a lot that is possible with this.
*The use of the character Kaede. Maybe some other people expected her to come in handy later in the novel, but I didn't.
*The setting. I really like some of the details of the republic and how different states are fighting with or against each other. There is a lot that is possible with this.
Did I have problems with this book? Yes. Would I read the sequel? No. Was it absolutely unreadable? No.
3 points out of 5.
Inspirations of the week! (Feb13-18)
#1 Quote by Ellen Hopkins
"Did you ever, when you were little, endure your parents’ warnings, then wait for them to leave the room, pry loose protective covers and consider inserting some metal object into an electrical outlet?
Did you wonder if for once you might light up the room?
When you were big enough to cross the street on your own, did you ever wait for a signal, hear the frenzied approach of a fire truck and feel like stepping out in front of it?
Did you wonder just how far that rocket ride might take you?
When you were almost grown, did you ever sit in a bubble bath, perspiration pooling, notice a blow dryer plugged in within easy reach, and think about dropping it into the water?
Did you wonder if the expected rush might somehow fail you?
And now, do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?"
— Ellen Hopkins (Burned (Burned, #1))
I've read just about all of Ellen Hopkin's books and I just LOVE her work. This is one of the poems that gives me chills every time I read it :)
#2 Doomsday
This gosh-darn song is so pretty! A friend showed it to me after much coaxing on her part. I'm glad she did because I absolutely LOVE it.
#3 The Hill (Song From the Movie Once)
I love this picture so much. It really reminds me of Daze's roots as must a body in a tank while she was in a virtual world. :D Loveee ittt!!! Changed my cover to this too :)
"Did you ever, when you were little, endure your parents’ warnings, then wait for them to leave the room, pry loose protective covers and consider inserting some metal object into an electrical outlet?
Did you wonder if for once you might light up the room?
When you were big enough to cross the street on your own, did you ever wait for a signal, hear the frenzied approach of a fire truck and feel like stepping out in front of it?
Did you wonder just how far that rocket ride might take you?
When you were almost grown, did you ever sit in a bubble bath, perspiration pooling, notice a blow dryer plugged in within easy reach, and think about dropping it into the water?
Did you wonder if the expected rush might somehow fail you?
And now, do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?"
— Ellen Hopkins (Burned (Burned, #1))
I've read just about all of Ellen Hopkin's books and I just LOVE her work. This is one of the poems that gives me chills every time I read it :)
#2 Doomsday
This gosh-darn song is so pretty! A friend showed it to me after much coaxing on her part. I'm glad she did because I absolutely LOVE it.
#3 The Hill (Song From the Movie Once)
This song is beautifully heart-breaking and touches me in ways I cannot describe. The singer's voice is just so beautiful...
#4 Banner that a friend made for me for Doppled in Gray :)
I love this picture so much. It really reminds me of Daze's roots as must a body in a tank while she was in a virtual world. :D Loveee ittt!!! Changed my cover to this too :)




