For the most part I found City of Bones absorbing, yet predictable. There's one surprise I didn't see coming but should have, though. The protagonist, Clary, turns 16 during the course of the novel. I hope she catches onto things quicker as the series progresses and she gets older.
Kylie has is an unidentified supernatural. Is she fae? Descended from the Gods? Why can she see ghosts? So at 16 she’s at a camp full of supes to figure out and perhaps come to embrace her paranormal identity. Along the way, she’s going to need to decide between the potentially rogue werewolf bad boy and the fairy, who is gifted with people able to manipulate and ease feelings in humans and animals.
World Series picks up immediately where The Kid from Tomkinsville leaves off. Roy Tucker and dem Bums have somehow made it to the World Series where they have to face the Cleveland Indians.
With two of their best hitters out, with an injured catcher behind the plate, the Dodgers wen after that two run lead.
I’ve read this young adult baseball book a million times and loved loved loved it, which is why I picked it up when I was stressed out and needing something easy and comforting to ease my monkey mind. I can’t say it was everything it had always been to me when I plucked it from my shelf this time around. It was as absorbing as ever, but I was more conscious this time through of how dated it is--and not just because Tunis uses the word “pickaninny” casually once to refer to the Dodger mascot. It was originally published in 1940--just seven years before Jackie Robinson broke into the majors. Weird, right?
When Ms. Scoppettone reached out to me to say that she liked seeing Ms. Beane on this here blog, I was excited enough to brag about it on Facebook. One of the responses I got referred not to to Suzuki Beane, but to a teen novel, The Late Great Me that had been made into an After School Special. I wrote back to Sandra that I’d requested it from interlibrary loan, and she seemed a little horrified because as she said the book is “so out of date.” I might say the book is a little dated, but not out-of-date.
I have discovered many things. I am a young woman, an artist, both considerate and inconsiderate, generous and selfish, funny and sulky, rigid and open, arrogant and humble, and absolutely, definitely, without any doubt a drunk. My name is Geri Peters and I’m an alcoholic and I think you should know about it. p.11
To my memory I’d never read a SVH book before, nor really desired to. While on zine tour my concentration was quite poor, so I took Celia up on her offer to lend me the first in the SVH series. It was about all I could take--both reading concentration wise and SVH wise. I can’t entirely decide if it’s good-bad or bad-bad, but my lack of interest in number two leads me to believe it’s the latter.
“I’ll tell you what we’re going to do,” Todd yelled. “We’re going to stage a sit-in right on the football field.”
I picked this up from a leave one/take one shelf at a cafe in Alabama, and was super excited about it, forgetting that V.C. Andrews® books are no longer written by V.C. Andrews. I normally don’t trash books here, but this installment of the “V.C. Andrews” Shooting Stars miniseries is just awful. It has V.C. Andrews themes of religious repression, incest, artistically gifted young girls, and first lusts. It seems like it’s aimed at a younger audience than Flowers in the Attic and the non-® V.C. Andrews admittedly trashy books were. The 1st person narrator, about to graduate from high school, refers to her parents as Mommy and Daddy throughout. I assume the author (or computer) won’t be insulted if he/she/it reads this review, because clearly this is one of those things that you laugh at while you’re writing it. That’s not to say that some people won’t enjoy reading it, with the same guilty pleasure as one watches the worst reality television.
Angry high school art
punk adventures, in graphic
novel format. Mwah!
Holy fuck another potentially huge teen novel series by a Mormon author!
Marlie, a Toronto teen, starts keeping a journal in August 1990 and keeps it up through October 1992. In that time she obsesses over the the Pretenders, learns to play guitar, discovers riot grrrl, starts a band, makes and loses friends, falls in love with a girl, falls in love with a boy, sees a lot of shows, and basically embraces and releases her inner fierceness.
