Bits and Pieces

It's been an odd few days, minions--filled to the brim with the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I'm feeling rather hermitesque after reading a book that reminded me so much of myself in high school. Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. The main character was strikingly, terrifyingly ME. It hurt to read. Certain phrases I still use today, the habit of nicknaming people, the yard help with her dad, art class, spanish class, the convenient (but obnoxious) friendship with Heather (and that name...my name), different thought processes she goes through, being the outcast. There are many more specific details that made me jokingly wonder aloud whether Laurie Halse Anderson sat behind me in one class or another. It depressed the hell out of me. But I loved it. It was a wonderful book. (and there were differences between Melinda and I...for one, her big, dark secret is entirely different than my own)

I also read The Burn Journals by Brent Runyan. And, as it was housed with Teen Fiction at the library, I had no idea it was a memoir until I read the Acknowledgements at the end. Incredible story, but very, very sad.

I need to maybe not read two depressing books in one weekend. Ya think?

Beyond that, there's been little writing in the way of Wonderland. I'm not stuck or anything. I'm being lazy. I figure I've earned a little laziness, so here it is. I'm not pressuring myself on wordcount. I'm just enjoying the story as it comes. And if it doesn't...well, something else will.

Until then, I'm going to go read something uplifting.

Preferably with a lot of gore.