Carter's Book of Cliches

gothicgrandpaqueen:

you catch a lot of flies with honey, but you catch more honeys being fly

girlsbydaylight:

Disney at Hogwarts by Eira1893
Me and my little brother

Me and my little brother

ridge:

LMAOOOO UGH WHY DO WE DO THIS TO MICHELLE

ridge:

LMAOOOO UGH WHY DO WE DO THIS TO MICHELLE

Say I won’t
A girl that will (via girlfights)
tuloulah:

#trip #london #kindle #book #reading

tuloulah:

#trip #london #kindle #book #reading

heyteenbookshey:

He Forgot to Say Goodbye by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Ramiro Lopez and Jake Upthegrove don’t appear to have much in common. Ram lives in the Mexican-American working-class barrio of El Paso called “Dizzy Land.” His brother is sinking into a world of drugs, wreaking havoc in their household. Jake is a rich West Side white boy who has developed a problem managing his anger. An only child, he is a misfit in his mother’s shallow and materialistic world. But Ram and Jake do have one thing in common: They are lost boys who have never met their fathers. (x)

I just loved this one. The absent father theme is omnipresent, but in a much quieter way than the summary suggests. It’s present in Ram feeling responsible for others, and Jake’s disdain for authority figures. 

Jake and Ram have rich inner monologues. This story is told in dual first person narratives, and that’s sometimes how I measure how strong a writer is. I could like their other novels, but they are unable to write very distinct point of views, they lose points in my book. Sáenz gained 40 points. Jake and Ram think differently, speak differently, and feel differently. 

The setting had a strong presence. It’s set in El Paso, Texas and I could picture the landscape and culture, even though I’ve never been anywhere near El Paso.

My only small criticism is the same issue I had with He Forgot to Say Goodbye that I had with Last Night I Sang to the Monster. There are very few visual descriptions. Instead of describing a hospital, a character will announce they are in a hospital. It’s not necessarily a weakness, could just be unique writing style. I think some readers would enjoy the sparser style, but I found it distracting. 

-Becky

And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together

is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,

I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted

when they are looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.

Billy Collins, from “Love” (via the-final-sentence)

myynt:

i hate bugs that fly, jump, crawl, dougie, twerk, 2 step, all that shit