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Just another reason why I wouldn’t choose immortality …

Like any avid reader, I frequent goodreads.com. One of the only authors I follow on Goodreads is Cinda Williams Chima, author of The Heir Trilogy (soon to be a saga or series or whatever more than three books/anything is called) and The Seven Realms series. Anyway, being that I follow her, her activity uploads to my feed. One book she suggested or had read herself was The Taker by Alma Katsu. I thought The Taker was just a single book, but it turns out, it is part of a trilogy. I actually finished reading the second book, The Reckoning, but the third book does not come out until 2014, so says Goodreads.

Anyway, these books follow the lives of a few characters, mainly Luke Findley, Lanore (Lanny) McIlvrae, and Adair (I’m pretty sure his last name was never mentioned. The minor characters consist of Jonathan St. Andrew, Alejandro, Jude, Tilde, and Donatello, who typically goes by Dona.

The books are categorized as historical fiction, more fiction than historical. Historical in the sense that the story, at least in the first book, is chronological, as Lanny tells her story. The second book is set more in the present, but it tends to go back and forth between past and present as the characters, mainly Lanny and Adair recount their past experiences.

As you may have surmised from the title of this post, there is some immortality in this book. All the characters mentioned above are immortal except for Luke. Adair was the very first to become immortal having been fed an elixir of life. As the years have gone by, Adair has “collected” those who he feels will be beneficial in his conquest for power. In acquiring his companions/minions, Adair sought out people who were capable of being ruthless. As far as the audience knows, Tilde killed her husband and children in order to be with another richer man and Alejandro having sacrificed his sister in order to save his own life. I don’t believe Dona’s story has been told.

In this universe, when each person becomes immortal by drinking the elixir, whoever feeds the person the elixir is the only person who can harm the recipient. For example, Adair was the only person who physically harm and kill Lanny, Jude, Alej, Tilde, Dona, and all the others he turned. And Adair was a tyrant. He took pleasure in harming those he so-called for, but Alej, Tilde, and Dona had been with Adair for so long, they seemed to have forgotten any other way of life. Lanny on the other hand, wasn’t going to endure Adair’s tyrannical ship anymore. She launched a plan to imprison Adair since he couldn’t be killed.

Two centuries passed before Adair was released from his prison into modern day 2010, and you could imagine, he was vengeful. Using something similar to an empathy link, Adair finds Jude in modern day Boston, and is eager to find Lanny. However, he has to spend a considerable amount of time getting acquainted to everything that is modern day 21st century: cars, cell phones, computers, etc.

In the meantime, during the two hundred years that Adair is imprisoned and shortly he is freed, Lanny is constantly on the run. Every day she is constantly wary that Adair will be freed from his prison and come after her, and after he is released, she panics and flees her newly comfortable life with Luke. There’s more to that story and the book, but I’m not gonna talk anymore about the plot. Now on to the point of this post:

Even in this reality, immortality still sucks. When you became immortal, you couldn’t starve to death, drown, you didn’t technically need to sleep; you were never sick, couldn’t even feel pain unless inflicted upon you by the person who fed you the elixir. If you were harmed by someone other than your ‘creator’, you healed almost instantaneously  no matter what you infliction may be. (The book didn’t mention things like being blown up or being decapitated.) I think it sucks more than being a vampire or a warlock (Mortal Instruments). At least as a vampire, you can kill yourself: burn up in the daylight, stab yourself with a wooden stake, maybe rip out your own heart. Warlocks and other immortal creatures are killed in the Mortal Instruments series when they’ve gone wayward, but here, once you drink the elixir of life, only one person can kill you, can harm you. That may be a relief, but what would happen if the only person who wanted to kill you was killed by the person who ‘created’ them? For example, Savva was another one of Adair’s minions, but he was released when Adair had no more further use for him. Lanore comes across Savva soon after she imprisoned Adair, and they traveled together throughout developing northern Africa. After Adair is released, Lanny seeks out help from Savva who asks Lanny upon her departure that if she ever has the ill fortune to run into Adair again to ask Adair to end Savva’s life.

Also, in the second book, the reader was able to view the story from Adair’s point-of-view, and he told the story of how he threw a man in a ‘hole’ where no one would ever find him, to be buried alive for the rest of eternity. When I read that, I inwardly cringed. Talk about Hell on earth.

As I mentioned in my previous post about immortality, if it could be a reality, it could be awesome if you made it so. There’s so much you could do and see, so much good that you could offer to the world with acquired knowledge over centuries, but there’s also the fact that everyone you would care for would grow old and pass away. Because honestly, if you truly loved someone, even if you wanted to be with them for all time, subjecting them to the possibility of an eternity of Hell.

Lanny had said something about how the elixir made your body impervious to harm but not your mind.

So once again, if it was ever possible, say no to immortality.

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If you could be immortal, would you? I wouldn’t.

CLOCKWORK PRINCESS SPOILERS ARE CONTAINED IN THIS POST!

(I always start posts and save them to finish later thinking I’m gonna finish them in the next couple days, but no. I started this post on April 1, so when I say a few days ago, I don’t mean end of April . . .)

A few days ago, I finished reading Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare, and oh my gosh, the epilogue about broke my heart into a million and four pieces. Here is an excerpt:

It still seemed incredible to her sometimes that they had managed to grow old together, herself and Will Herondale, whom Gabriel Lightwood had once said would not live to be older than nineteen. They had been good friends with the Lightwoods too, through all those years. Of course Will could hardly not be friends with the man who was married to his sister. Both Cecily and Gabriel had seen Will on the day he died, as had Sophie, though Gideon had himself passed away several years before.
Tessa remembered that day clearly, the day the Silent Brothers had said there was nothing more they could do to keep Will alive. He had been unable to leave their bed by then. Tessa had squared her shoulders and gone to give the news to their family and friends, trying to be as calm for them as she could, though her heart had felt as if were being ripped out of her body.
It had been June, the bright hot summer of 1937, and with the curtains thrown back the bedroom had been full of sunlight, sunlight and her and Will’s children, their grandchildren, their nieces and nephews—Cecy’s blue-eyed boys, tall and handsome, and Gideon and Sophie’s two girls—and those who were as close as family: Charlotte, white-haired and upright, and the Fairchild sons and daughters with their curling red hair like Henry’s had once been.
All day Tessa had set on the bed with Will beside her, leaning on her shoulder. The sight might have been strange to others, a young woman lovingly cradling a man who looked old enough to be her grandfather, her hands looped through his, but to their family it was only familiar—it was only Tessa and Will. And because it was Tessa and Will, the others came and went all day, as Shadowhunters did at a deathbed, telling stories of Will’s life and all the things he and Tessa had done through their long years together.
The children had spoken fondly of the way he had always loved their mother, fiercely and devotedly, the way he had never had eyes for anyone else, and how their parents had set the model for the sort of love they hoped to find in their own lives. They spoke of his regard for books, and how he had taught them all to love them too, to respect the printed page and cherish the stories that those pages held. They spoke of the way he still cursed in Welsh when he dropped something, though he rarely used the language otherwise, and of the face that though his prose was excellent—he had written several histories of the Shadowhunters when he’d retired that had been very well respected—his poetry had always been awful, though that had never stopped him from reciting it.
Their oldest child, James, had spoken laughingly about Will’s unrelenting fear of ducks and his continual battle to keep them out of the pond at the family home in Yorkshire.
Their grandchildren had reminded him of the song about demon pox he had taught them—when they were much too young, Tessa had always thought—and that they had all memorized. They sang it all together and out of tune, scandalizing Sophie.
With tears running down her face, Cecily had reminded him of the moment at her wedding to Gabriel when he had delivered a beautiful speech praising the groom, at the end of which he had announced, “Dear God, I thought she was marrying Gideon. I take it all back,” thus vexing not only Cecily and Gabriel but Sophie as well—and Will, though too tired to laugh, had smiled at his sister and squeezed her hand.
They had all laughed about his habit of taking Tessa on romantic “holidays” to places from Gothic novels, including the hideous moor where someone had died, a drafty castle with a ghost in it, and of course the square in Paris in which he had decided Sydney Carton had been guillotined, where Will had horrified passerby by shouting “I can see the blood on the cobblestones!” in French.
At the end of the day, as the sky had darkened, the family had come around Will’s bed and kissed him each in turn and left one by one, until Will and Tessa were alone together. Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest, listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of a clockwork angel. Of holy water and blood.
Near midnight the door had opened and Jem had come in. Tessa supposed she should have thought of him as Brother Zachariah by then, but neither Will nor Tessa had ever called him that. He had come in like a shadow in his white robes, and Tessa had taken a deep breath when she had seen him, for she had known that his was what Will had been waiting for, and that the hour was now.
He did not come to Will at once, but crossed the room to a rosewood box that sat upon the top of the dresser. They had always kept Jem’s violin for him, as Will had promised. It was kept clean and in order, and the hinges of the box did not creak as Jem opened it and lifted the instrument out. They watched as he rosined the bow with his familiar slim fingers, his pale wrists disappearing down into the paler material of the Brother’s parchment robes.
He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.
Zhi yin. Jem had told her once that it meant understanding music, and also a bond that went deeper than friendship. Jem played, and he played the years of Will’s life as he had seen them. He played two little boys in a training room, one showing the other how to throw knives, and he played the ritual of parabatai: the fire and the vows and the burning runes. He played two young men running through the streets of London in the dark, stopping to lean up against a wall and laugh together. He played the day in the library when he and Will had jested with Tessa about ducks, and he played the train to Yorkshire on which Jem had said that parabatai were meant to love each other as they loved their own souls. He played that love, and he played their love for Tessa, and her for them, and he played Will saying, In your eyes I have always found grace. He played the too few times he had seen them since he had joined the Brotherhood—the brief meetings at the Institute; the time when Will had been bitten by a Shax demon and nearly died, and Jem had come from the Silent City and sat with him all night, risking discovery and punishment. And he played the birth of their first son, and the protection ceremony that had been carried out on the child in the Silent City. Will would have no other Silent Brother but Jem perform it. And Jem played the way he had covered his scarred face with his hands and turned away when he’d found out the child’s name was James.
He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he set his violin back in its box, Will’s eyes were closed, but Tessa’s were full of tears. Jem set down his bow, and came toward the bed, drawing back his hood, so she could see his closed eyes and his scarred face. And he had sat down beside them on the bed, and taken Will’s hand, the one that Tessa was not holding, and both Will and Tessa had heard Jem’s voice in their minds.
I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.
Will had opened the blue eyes that had never lost their color over all the passing years, and looked at Jem and then Tessa, and smiled, and died, with Tessa’s head on his shoulder and his hand in Jem’s.
It never stopped hurting, remembering when Will had died. After he was gone, Tessa had fled. Her children were grown, had children of their own; she told herself they did not need her and hid in the back of her mind the thought that haunted her: She could not bear to remain and watch them grow older than she was. It had been one thing to survive the death of her husband. To survive the death of her children—she could not sit by and watch it. It would happen, must happen, but she would not be there.
. . .
In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and painting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put arms around her, smelling of turpentine.
“The first one is always the hardest,” he said.
“The first?”
“The first one you love who dies,” he said. “It gets easier, after.”
. . .
Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that that side of the bed would always be empty. The moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worse moments, when, sitting alone at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes or the depth of his laugh; that, like the sound of Jem’s violin music, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent.
Jem was mortal now. He would grow old like Will, and like Will he would die, and she did not know if she could bear it again.
And yet.
Most people are lucky to have even on great love in their life. You have found two.
Suddenly her feet were moving, almost without her volition. She was darting into the crowed, pushing past strangers, gasping out apologies as she nearly tripped over the feet of passerby or knocked into them with her elbows. She didn’t care. She was running flat out across the bridge, skidding to a halt at the very end of it, where a series of narrow stone steps led down to the water of the Thames.
She took them two at a time, almost slipping on the damp stone. At the bottom of the steps was a small cement dock, ringed around with a metal railing. The river was high and splashed up between the gaps in the metal, filling the small space with the smell of river water.
Jem stood at the railing, looking out at the water. His hands were jammed tightly into his pockets, his shoulders hunched as if against a strong wind. He was staring ahead almost blindly, and with such a fixed intent that he didn’t seem to hear her as she came up behind him. She caught at his sleeve, swinging him around to face her.
“What,” she said breathlessly. “What were you trying to ask me, Jem?”
His eyes widened. His cheeks were flushed, whether from running or the cold air, she wasn’t sure. He looked at her as if she were some bizarre plant that had sprung up on the spot, astonishing him. “Tessa—you followed me?”
“Of course I followed you. You ran off in the middle of a sentence!”
“It wasn’t a very good sentence.” He looked down at the ground, and then up at her again, a smile, as familiar as her own memories, tugging at the corner of his mouth. It came back to her then, a memory lost but not forgotten: Jem’s smile had always been like sunlight. “I was never the one who was good with words,” he said. “If I had my violin, I would be able to play you what I wanted to say.”
“Just try.”
. . .
“To be a Silent Brother,” he said, “it is to see everything and nothing all at once. I could see the great map of life, spread out before me. I could see the currents of the world. And human life began to seem a sort of passion play, acted at a distance. When they took the runes from me, when the mantle of the Brotherhood was removed, it was as if I had awoken from a long dream, or as if a shield of glass around me had shattered. I felt everything, all at once, rushing in upon me. All the humanity the Brotherhood’s spells has taken from me. That I had so much humanity to return to me . . . That is because of you. If I had not had you, Tessa, if I had not had these yearly meetings as my anchor and my guide, I do not know if I could have come back.”
There was light in his dark eyes now, and her heart soared in her chest. She had only ever loved two men in her life, and she had never thought to see either of their faces again. “But you have,” she whispered. “And it is a miracle. And you remember what I once told you about miracles.”
He smiled again at that. “’One does not question miracles, or complain that they are not constructed perfectly to one’s liking.’ I suppose that is true. I wish I could have come back to you earlier. I wish I were the same boy I was when you loved me once. I fear that the years have changed me into someone else.”
Tessa searched his face with her eyes. In the distance she could hear the sound of traffic passing, but here, by the river’s edge, she could almost imagine that she was a girl again, and the air full of fog and smoke, the rattling sound of the railway in the distance . . . “They have changed me, too,” she said. “I have been a mother and a grandmother, and I have seen those I love die, and seen others be born. You speak of the currents of the world. I have seen them too. If I were still the same girl I was when you knew me first, I would not have been able to speak my heart as freely to you as I just have. I would not be able to ask you what I am about to ask you now.”
He brought his hand up and cupped her cheek. She could see the hope in his expression, slowly dawning. “And what is that?”
“Come with me,” she said. “Stay with me. Be with me. See everything with me. I have traveled the world and seen so much, but there is so much more, and no one I would rather see it with than you. I would go everywhere and anywhere with you, Jem Carstairs.”
His thumb slid along the arch of her cheekbone. She shivered. It had been so long since someone had looked at her like that, as if she were the world’s greatest marvel, and she knew was looking at him like that too. “It seems unreal,” he said huskily. “I have loved you for so long. How can this be true?”
“It is one of the great truth of my life,” Tessa said. “Will you come with me? For I cannot wait to share the world with, Jem. There is so much to see.”
She was not sure who reached for who first, only that a moment later she was in his arms and he was whispering, “Yes, of course, yes,” against her hair. He sought her mouth tentatively—she could feel his gentle tension, the weight of so many years between their last kiss and this. She reached up, curling her hand around the back of his neck, drawing him down, whispering “Bie zhao ji.” Don’t worry, don’t worry. She kissed his cheek, the edge of his mouth, and finally his mouth, the pressure of his lips on hers intense and glorious, and Oh, the beat of his heart, the taste of his mouth, the rhythm of his breath. Her senses blurred with memory: how then he had once been, the feeling of his shoulder blades as sharp as knives beneath the fine linen shirts he had once worn. Now she could feel strong, solid muscle when she held him, the thrum of life through his body where it pressed against hers, the soft cotton of his jumper gripped between her fingers.
Tessa was aware that above their small embankment people were sill walking along Blackfriars Bridge, that the traffic was still passing, and that passerby were probably staring, but she didn’t care; after enough years you learned what was important and what wasn’t  And this was important: Jem, the speed and stutter of his heart, the grace of his gentle hands sliding to cup her face, his lips soft against hers as he traced the shape of her mouth with his. The warm solid definitive realness of him. For the first time in many long years she felt her heart open, and knew love as more than a memory.

As I was reading this, the feelings that overwhelmed me where more than just the fact that one of my favorites series has ended. It was Cassandra Clare writing so beautifully and vividly that it was like physically being there at Will’s deathbed and feeling the same heartbreaking emotions that Tessa was experiencing . . .

Back to what I was initially going for: today, books and movies and TV shows are rampant with vampires, wizards, and werewolves and this idea that living forever is desirable. And undeniably, it’s kind of a cool idea. Just imagine being alive the past 500 years: all the development and history and knowledge you would develop. Granted, there’s been much pain and loss and bloodshed that you would probably experience, but there’s a price to pay for everything, right?

I don’t want to stray too far, but I’m thinking of The Vampire Diaries and the original family. Rebecca is tired of living forever. Elijah doesn’t seem to have any qualms about it. He seems to look more to the future. And Klaus seems to be more about the here and now . . . But Tessa. It’s just like: there you are, you have had the good fortune to find the love of your life knowing that you get to spend every day together, but he is going to die. Not just him, but that you’re going to outlive your children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and so on and so forth.

For those of you who do or don’t know the series, warlocks are immortal but infertile, and Tessa is kind of a warlock but not really. I’m not going in to detail, but an immortal, she’s had the opportunity to not face living life alone. Not only did she have Will as one of her great loves, but now she has Jem for the rest of his life. So, you know, Tessa has been “blessed” to find great loves more than once, but is it really worth it? Is the exhilarating rush of being able to find new love worth the pain of losing an old one? Would it be better to be immortal and infertile or immortal and be able to have children knowing that one day they’re going to pass and you’re not? At at least you don’t have to spend all your days alone.

Again, immortality seems to have its perks. Depending on your world view, imagine the change that you could make, how many lives you could touch? Not saying that you have to become Mother Teresa, but you could work towards a better tomorrow. Or you could leave a path of death and destruction. Your choice . . . Dying is not something I like to think about, but I think living forever would be a much worse fate, regardless of being a vampire, warlock, or whatever.

(Percy Jackson &) The Lightning Thief

I recently just finished reading The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan, and for a book written primarily for middle-school aged boys, I can honestly say, that as twenty-year-old female, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

So, here’s the thing: As I know I have mentioned before, I’m the kind of girl who always, always, ALWAYS reads a book before I see the movie, but I broke my rule, not intentionally though. While I was home over Christmas break, Percy Jackson & The Lightning Thief (the movie) premiered on Cartoon Network. I didn’t plan on watching it, but 1. I only have basic cable in my room; 2. Not much else was on; and 3. Logan Lerman is SUCH a cutie! But that’s not the point. I watched the movie before reading the book, but that’s because I wasn’t, at that time, actually planning on reading the books. It was just by chance that I went into the local bookstore, and they had the whole PJ series. (I ended up getting the first three books for $5.83 – used, of course).

What’s the verdict?
Having seen the movie first (and I guess I should say that I didn’t see the whole movie), I liked it. I wasn’t critical of it because I didn’t know what to look for or what shouldn’t have been there, so while the movie left much out and changed some things around, I think it got the story across pretty well:
Percy goes to the museum with his wheelchaired god of a teacher. Grover is there. Mrs. Dodds attacked him. (I watched the trailer and that thing was FREAKY.) Idk how he ends up at Half-Blood Hill/Camp Half-Blood, but he got there. Annabeth was a brunette (though she’ll be blond in The Sea of Monsters, and I guess I should mention that all the actors were older). There was the whole capture the flag game, but I’m pretty sure no Clarisse (though, she’ll be in the sequel but not quite as scary). I believe Ares was left out of the entire plot, and when reading the book, I almost thought that the whole Luke thing (with him stealing the bolt) wasn’t even in the book (but you’ve gotta read to the very end).

Some distinct differences that I noticed:
1. Uma Thurman playing Medusa. The book described her as more of a middle eastern looking woman, which is not UT. At all. Idk how or even if Medusa was physically described pre-Gorgon, and I can’t imagine what she may have looked like.

2. The kids had to find the magic transportation pearls instead of just getting them from the sea lady/naiad messenger woman.

3. The whole hydra at Athena’s temple thing (I think . . . it may have been elsewhere). I don’t really know what that was all about. I know the magic pearl was in Athena’s headband, but the hydra was just . . . And Percy used the shoes Luke gave him to get the pearl, but they didn’t have the same purpose as in the book because, boom: no mention of Kronos at all. No Tartarus either, but the rising of Kronos is apparently the main focus of the next movie (and the whole book series).

I may be not remembering things correctly, but it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen the movie . . .

4. The fight between Luke and Percy on the Empire State Building was kinda corny. The graphics weren’t that great either.

5. Kevin McKidd as Poseidon? No lie, I wasn’t upset because K. McKidd is one sexy mother hubbard, but that didn’t make much sense to me. Sean Bean as Zeus . . . The gods were all portrayed in the movie as youngish–well maybe more middle-aged–but I imagined Zeus more like a young version of President Snow, yes from The Hunger Games (Donald Sutherland). However, more times than not, when I imagine a character in my head, I’m usually wrong. However, when Percy does go to Olympus in the movie, all the gods are there, but only Zeus and Poseidon are there in the book. And they were all wearing togas (way to be stereotypical) instead of Zeus being dressed like the CEO of some Fortune 500 company and Poseidon dressed like a fisherman.

But all-in-all, the movie was enjoyable– pre-reading the book. I’ll probably go see The Sea of Monsters if I have the chance. I enjoyed the book. I can’t wait to dive into the next one, but I don’t know if I’ll watch a movie before reading the book again. There were a lot of things that were spoiled, but there was also a lot that the movie didn’t portray which made reading the book still somewhat of an adventure. So, if you’re looking for a quick read and like Greek mythology, I give two thumbs up!

The Work of Cassandra Clare

IF YOU HAVE NOT/ARE NOT CAUGHT UP IN EITHER OF CLARE’S SERIES (having finished reading City of Lost Souls and Clockwork Prince), THEN THIS POST WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This is just one of those I’m in my feels kind of posts.

I was scrolling through tumblr when I saw this:

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If this means nothing to you, it’s most likely because you don’t know the series.

Cassandra Clare is the New York Times bestselling author for The Mortal Instruments series as well as the prequel/sequel The Infernal Devices series . . . Not just scrolling through tumblr today, but over the last couple of weeks, Clare–or whoever runs her tumblr page–has been posting snippets from Clockwork Princess, the final book in The Infernal Devices trilogy and snippets from City of Heavenly Fire which is the final book in The Mortal Instruments series.

Where my feels come in:

  1. Apparently, the Sizzy ship is going to sink. Not that I’m a huge shipper of any couple, but really?? When Malec broke up, it was like the frickin Titanic crashed and sunk all over again. I don’t give a flying fetus about Clary and Jace. We all know it’s going to be happily ever after for them, so that’s why Clare’s gotta eff with our feelings when it comes to who actually matters.
  2. People keep saying Jem is going to die, and it’s like, deep down, I know it’s going to happen. There’s no way that he can survive without his “medication” and someone always dies in the conclusion, but I still have that sliver of hope because there are Carstairs in The Dark Artifices. Unless Tessa gets pregnant before Jem dies . . . I just don’t see Clare being that predictable.
  3. I don’t think Cassandra Clare is that mean. If she breaks up Sizzy, Malec doesn’t get back together, kills off Jem, and then makes us wait until 2015 (even though I’m pretty sure CoHF is set to come out sometime next year) for The Dark Artifices, I mean, that would just be cruel.

I wanna hope for the best, but then I don’t want to only to have my feels demolished when every predication the fandom has made and everything that Clare has hinted at comes true . . . I hate speculating. I’m so glad Clockwork Princess is out in 24 days. At least after having read that, I’ll know something.

My Book List (2013)

This is more for me than for anyone else . . . Back in May 2011, I started keeping the dates and times in which I started and finished a book. One of my friends said that she liked keeping records of things, and I asked her why. She said she likes knowing when she did thing and wonders that if she revisited the date in mind would she would be able to remember it (or something like that). That’s not why I started keeping track of the dates and times, but now that I have, it’s more to see how far I’ve come.

1. Positively: Courtney Sheinmel
Started: May 24, 2011 12:47 am
Finished: May 25, 2011 9:04 pm

2. The Other Side of Dark: Sara Smith
Started: May 25, 2011 10:55 pm
Finished: May 29, 2011 2:58 am

3. The Sky is Everywhere: Jandy Nelson
Started: May 30, 2011 10:03 pm
Finished: June 01, 2011 11:21 pm

4. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone: J. K. Rowling
Started: June 02, 2011 1:11 am
Finished: June 06, 2011 1:06 pm

5. Vanished: Kate Brian
Started: June 06, 2011 7:17 pm
Finished: June 07, 2011 7:54 pm

6. Ominous: Kate Brian
Started: June 07, 2011 11:48 pm
Finished: June 09, 2011 10:48 pm

7. Sing You Home: Jodi Picoult
Started: June 10, 2011 11:21 am
Finshed: June 15, 2011 6:36 pm

8. Bumped: Megan McCafferty
Started: June 19, 2011 1:00 am
Finished: June 25, 2011 2:44 pm

9. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: J. K. Rowling
Started: July 1, 2011 6:17 pm
Finished: July 17, 2011 1:03 pm

10. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: J. K. Rowling
Started: July 17, 2011 8:30 pm
Finished: July 31, 2011 2:19 pm

11. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: J. K. Rowling
Started: July 31, 2011 2:50 pm
Finished: August 8, 2011 11:14 pm

12. Twisted: Sara Shepard
Started: August 9, 2011 1:55 am
Finished: August 11, 2011 1:00 pm

13. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: J. K. Rowling
Started: August 11, 2011 6:45 pm
Finished: August 19, 2011 12:21 am

14. One Day: David Nicholls
Started: August 21, 2011 12:45 am
Finished: September 5, 2011 11:30 am

15. The Power of Six: Pittacus Lore
Started: September 5, 2011 1:50 pm
Finished: September 15, 2011 1:27 pm

16. Abandon: Meg Cabot 
Started: September 16, 2011 6:30 pm
Finished: September 22, 2011 7:17 pm

17. It’s Kind of a Funny Story: Ned Vizzini
Started: September 23, 2011 12:00 pm
Finished: September 27, 2011 2:41 pm

18. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: J. K. Rowling
Started: October, 2011 12:30 am
Finished: October 14, 2011 1:08 pm

19. The Warrior Heir: Cinda Williams Chima
Started: October 15, 2011 1:22 am
Finished: October 22, 2011 2:24 pm

20. The Wizard Heir: Cinda Williams Chima
Started: October 23, 2011 1:53 am
Finished: October 28, 2011 1:08 am

21. The Dragon Heir: Cinda Williams Chima
Started: October 29, 2011 9:26 am
Finished: November 7, 2011 7:28 pm

22. Matched: Ally Condie
Started: November 10, 2011 8:04 pm
Finished: November 16, 2011 11:22 pm

23. The Demon King: Cinda Williams Chima
Started: November 16, 2011 11:41 pm
Finished: November 27, 2011 1:03 pm

24. The Queen Exiled: Cinda Williams Chima
Started: November 27, 2011 2:52 pm
Finished: December 10, 2011 10:01 pm

25. The Gray Wolf Throne: Cinda Williams Chima
Started: December 11, 2011 6:17 pm
Finished: December 18, 2011 6:42 pm

26. Awaken: Katie Kacvinsky
Started: December 18, 2011 7:04 pm
Finished: December 20, 2011 7:30 pm

27. The Mark: Jen Nadol
Started: December 20, 2011 9:44 pm
Finished: December 21, 2011 6:36 pm

28. The Vision: Jen Nadol
Started: December 21, 2011 7:38 pm
Finished: December 23, 2011 12:59 am

29. Ruby Red: Kerstin Gier
Started: December 24, 2011 11:38 am
Finished: December 27, 2011 12:11 am

30. Cycler: Lauren McLaughlin
Started: December 27, 2011 
Finished: December 29, 2011 12:28 pm

31. Recycler: Lauren McLaughlin
Started: December 31, 2011
Finished: January 3, 2012 2:39 pm

32. My Name is Memory: Ann Brashares
Started: January 3, 2012 2:48 pm
Finished: January 4, 2012 9:07 pm

33. Destined: P.C and Kristin Cast
Started: January 5, 2012 12:45 am
Finished: January 10, 2012 1:35 am

34. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children: Ransom Riggs
Started: January 12, 2012 ??
Finished: January 31, 2012 11:59 pm

35. Hush, Hush: Becca Fitzgerald
Started: February 4, 2012 12:06 pm
Finished: February 8, 2012 6:46 pm

36. Crescendo: Becca Fitzpatrick
Started: February 9, 2012 12:39 am
Finished: March 8, 2012 10:06 pm

37. Silence: Becca Fitzpatrick
Started: March 10, 2012 4:53 pm
Finished: March 12, 2012 9:54 pm

38. Tangled: Carolyn Mackler
Started: March 9, 2012 c. 3:54 pm
Finished: July 14, 2012 3:33 pm

39. Songs of the Humpback Whale: Jodi Picoult
Started: April 3, 2012 11:15 pm
Finished: April 16, 2012 5:35 pm

40. The Lucky One: Nicholas Sparks
Started: April 17, 2012 10:53 am
Finished: April 20. 2012 11:23 am

41. Clockwork Angel: Cassandra Clare
Started: April 21, 2012 12:15 am
Finished: May 1, 2012 4:15 pm

42. Clockwork Prince: Cassandra Clare
Started: May 2, 2012 1:00 am
Finished: May 6, 2012 10:04 pm

43. The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight: Jennifer Smith
Started: May 7, 2012 12:35 pm
Finished: May 10, 2012 2:59 pm

44. Tempest: Julie Crosss
Started: May 11, 2012 12:35 pm
Finished: May 14, 2012 1:07 am

45. Will Grayson, Will Grayson: John Green & David Levithan
Started: May 14, 2012 7:07 p.m.
Finished: May 21, 2012 9:06 am

46. Thirteen Reasons Why: Jay Asher
Started: May 17, 2012 c. 8:10 am
Finished: May 18, 2012 10:16 am

47. The Fault in Our Stars: John Green
Started: May 21, 2012 12:48 pm
Finished: May 24, 2012 9:06 am

48. Across the Universe: Beth Revis
Started: May 29, 2012 7:40 pm
Finished: June 1, 2012 9:41 am

49. A Million Suns: Beth Revis
Started: June 1, 2012 10:50 am
Finished: June 5, 2012 4:37 pm

50. City of Lost Souls: Cassandra Clare
Started: June 7, 2012 2:00 pm
Finished: June 11, 2012 3:22 pm

51. Eon: Alison Goodman
Started:
Finished:

52. Trafficked: Kim Purcell
Started: June 19, 2012 6:54 pm
Finished: June 22, 2012 9:38 am

53. Cinder: Marissa Meyer
Started: June 22, 2012 10:06 am
Finished: June 24, 2012 11:13 am

54. Shattered Souls: Mary Lindsey
Started: June 26, 2012 10:22 am
Finished: June 27, 2012 1:39 pm

55. Hate List: Jennifer Brown
Started: June 27, 2012 11:11 pm
Finished: July 2, 2012 3:39 pm

56. Cruel Love: Kate Brian
Started: July 1, 2012 3:08 am
Finished: July 3, 2012 8:18 am

57. Legend: Marie Lu
Started: July 9, 2012 7:47 am
Finished: July 10, 2012 9:25 am

58. The Time Traveler’s Wife: Audrey Niffenegger
Started: July 10, 2012 1:18 pm
Finished: July 13, 2012 2:40 pm

59. Daughter of Smoke & Bones: Laini Taylor
Started: July 14, 2012 6:23 pm
Finished: ??

60. The Letter Q: Sarah Moon
Started: July 19, 2012
Finished:

61. Fifty Shades of Grey: E. L. James
Started: July 22, 2012 10:52 am
Finished: July 24, 2012 4:23 pm

62. Fifty Shades Darker: E. L. James
Started: July 25, 2012 8:21 am
Finished: July 29, 2012 3:31 pm

63. Fifty Shades Freed: E. L. James
Started: July 29, 2012 11:21 pm
Finished: August 7, 2012 11:48 pm

64. The Rise of Nine: Pittacus Lore
Started: August 23, 2012 1:00 am
Finished: August 27, 2012

65. The Perks of Being a Wallflower: Stephen Chbosky
Started: August 28, 2012 8:00 am
Finished: September 1, 2012 1:03 pm

66. The Night Circus: Erin Morgenstern
Started: September 2, 2012 3:33 am
Finished: September 12, 2012 6:52 pm

67. City of Bones: Cassandra Clare
Started: September 30, 2012 10:40 am
Finished: October 19, 2012 1:50 am

68. Vengeance: Kate Brian
Started: October 5, 2012 6:08 pm
Finished:

69. The Crimson Crown: Cinda Williams Chima
Started: November 4, 2012 1:30 am 
Finished: November 12, 2012 10:14 pm

70. Days of Blood & Starlight: Laini Taylor
Started: November 6, 2012 10:20 am
Finished: December 6, 2012 12:38 am

71. Beautiful Disaster: Jamie McGuire
Started: December 12, 2012 12:48 pm
Finished: December 14, 2012 1:46 am

72. Thumped: Megan McCafferty
Started: December 15, 2012 11:01 pm
Finished: December 16, 2012 9:33 pm

73. Captive in the Dark: CJ Roberts
Started: December 14, 2012 4:55 pm
Finished: December 17, 2012 6:36 pm

74. Seduced in the Dark: CJ Roberts
Started: December 17, 2012 10:33 pm
Finished:December 21, 2012 1:32 am

75. What’s Left of Me: Kat Zhang
Started: December 21, 2012 4:15 pm
Finished: December 28, 2012 12:34 am

76. City of Ashes: Cassandra Clare
Started: c. December 23, 2012
Finished: December 15, 2012 6:42 pm

77. Looking for Alaska: John Green
Started: December 28, 2012 2:05 am
Finished: January 01, 2013 7:55 pm

78. City of Glass: Cassandra Clare
Started: January 01, 2013 11:56 pm
Finished: January 04, 2013 3:47 am

79. City of Fallen Angels: Cassandra Clare
Started: January 04, 2013 2:19 pm
Finished: January 16, 2013 8:21 pm

80. Stolen: Lucy Christopher
Started: January 18, 2013 12:21 am
Finished: January 24, 2013 8:05 pm

81. Finale: Becca Fitzpatrick
Started: January 26, 2013 12:46 am
Finished: January 30, 2013 4:56 pm

82. Consequences: Aleatha Romig (This book took me longer than usual to get through because of school, but also because I was just trying to get to the end. I bought the book because it was $1.03, and it also had a 4 – 4.5 – 5 star ratings with reviews saying, “OMG!! THE END OF THIS BOOK WAS JUST (insert words)!” Which I agree. The way that Romig built the book up to the conclusion, you probably wouldn’t have been able to guess how it was gonna end. I surely couldn’t, but the build up to the end was, for lack of a better word, tedious. I understand why she did, but if I had just bought this book without knowing that the end was gonna be like BAM! I probably would have not finished it.)
Started: February 01, 2013 12:05 pm
Finished: February 22, 2013 2:25 pm

83. Pantomime: Laura Lam
Started: February 24, 2013 5:44 pm
Finished: March 10, 2013 2:50 pm

84. Scarlet: Marissa Meyer
Started: March 11, 2013 2:21 pm
Finished: March 17, 2013 10:48 am

85. Clockwork Princess: Cassandra Clare
Started: March 19, 2013 7:45 pm
Finished: March 28, 2013 7:08 pm

86. Walking Disaster: Jamie McGuire
Started: April 02, 2013 12:57 am
Finished: April 05, 2013 7:29 pm

87. The Lightning Thief: Rick Riordan
Started: April 07, 2013 12:51 am
Finished: April 16, 2013 12:30 am

88. The Sea of Monsters: Rick Riordan
Started: April 17, 2013 1:16 pm
Finished: April 20, 2013 9:04 pm

89. The Titan’s Curse: Rick Riordan
Started: April 23, 2013 1:07 am
Finished: April 27, 2013 8:18 pm

90. The Battle of the Labyrinth: Rick Riordan
Started: April 28, 2013 3:08 am
Finished:

91. The Last Olympian: Rick Riordan
Started: May 03, 2013 12:54 pm
Finished: May 06, 2013 11:12 pm

92. Feed: M. T. Anderson
Started: May 08, 2013 11:29 pm
Finished: May 16, 2013 11:14 am

93. The Lost Hero: Rick Riordan
Started: May 11, 2013 2:32 am
Finished: May 16, 2013 4:25 pm

94. The Taker: Alma Katsu
Started: May 16, 2013 12:20pm
Finished: May 19, 2013 2:09 am
One of the reviews on the cover of this book was “Readers won’t be able to take their eyes away from Katsu’s mesmerizing tale” and how very true that was (for me at least) … I read the majority of this book in about a day and a half, most of that reading which I did while at work, but that’s not relevant.
This book was described as historical fiction (historical in the sense that it was chronological over the course of two centuries) … Pretty much, this book was unlike many books in the sense that it didn’t really have a rising conflict, a climax, and falling action. It was just kind of a story, 400 pages worth of story; it was being narrated that way too: first person account for most of the book. I’m not being very articulate, but it was just one of those books that once you start, you HAVE to finish. Not because you have to find out what happened in the end (the whole plot is practically revealed in the blurb), but because you want to find out what transpired in between. I give it two thumbs up.

95. The Reckoning: Alma Katsu
Started: May 19, 2013 c. 11:00 am
Finished: May 22, 2013 11:42 pm

96. The Son of Neptune: Rick Riordan
Started: May 22, 2013 2:48 pm
Finished: May 27, 2013 10:06 pm
ALL I’M SAYING is that I was reading to the end because I was hoping to get a little Percabeth before the book ended, but NO. I can’t imagine how those who have kept up with the series felt because I don’t have to wait for The Mark of Athena. I can buy it right now. However, I think I am gonna wait since The House of Hades doesn’t come out until October. I know my self-constraint isn’t gonna last long, but I’m gonna try my hardest.

97. Every Day: David Levithan
Started: May 22, 2013 8:27 pm
Finished: May 24, 2013 9:26 am

98. The Mark of Athena: Rick Riordan
Started: May 30, 2013 11:57 am
Finished: June 9, 2013 1:38 pm

99. Wake: Abria Mattina
Started: June 12, 2013 6:58 pm
Finished: June 22, 2013 4:23 am

100. Little Bee: Chris Cleave
Started: June 17, 2013 12:44 am
Finished: June 29, 2013 4:41 pm

101. Eragon: Christopher Paolini
Started: June 23, 2013 3:56 am
Finished: July 15, 2023 2:00 am

102. Eleanor & Park: Rainbow Rowell
Started: July 1, 2013
Finished: July 4, 2013 3:50 am

103. The Promise of Stardust: Priscille Sibley
Started: July 10, 2013
Finished: July 27, 2013 5:09 pm

104. Eldest: Christopher Paolini
Started: July 27, 2013
Finished:

105: I Am Number Four: Pittacus Lore
Started: July 31, 2013
Finished:

106: The Power of Six: Pittacus Lore
Started: August 15, 2013 2:30 pm
Finished: August 24, 2013 1:36 pm

107. The Rise of Nine: Pittacus Lore
Started: August 29, 2013 8:53 pm
Finished: September 03, 2013 8:10 pm

108. The Fall of Five: Pittacus Lore
Started: September 04, 2013 1:08 am
Finished: September 08, 2013 8:46 pm

109. Orphan Train: Christina Klein
Started: September 2013
Finished: October 04, 2013 8:30 pm

110.
Started:
Finished:

Is it just me?

I love to read. As a college student, when I find the time to read (for enjoyment), it’s my escape, but lately, I feel like I’ve been too judgmental of the books I’ve read as well as the movies I’ve watched.

Here’s the thing: I am so tired of the same old story. Girl meets boy (or boy meets girl), girl and boy start to fall for each other, but uh oh! Something happens but they still and up living happily ever after. It seems that EVERYTHING that I’ve read or watched lately has had that same outcome, and I’m just like, “Grrrr!!” But here’s the other thing, when it seems like the couple isn’t going to get back together, I start freaking out. When I watches The Vow, I was like, “No no no no no! She HAS to remember him! It canNOT end like that!” but I think that was more because it was based on real events and it’s nice to are happy endings in real life and not just in fiction. Anyway, yeah. I’m wishy-washy. Sue me!

With the way I’m feeling, I’m skeptical of everything that gets good reviews (on Goodreads) and I’m just kind of stuck–mainly, I just don’t know what book to read next. There are so many options, you know, and Idk even where to start looking. I just know that whatever I read next, I want it to be different, unlike anything I’ve ever read before that makes me wanna throw the book at the wall as well as never read another book (by that author) again. (When I read My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult, that was my exact reaction. I told my mom I was never gonna read another book again, but I picked up Vanishing Acts a day and a half later. I torture myself.)

So I’m wondering: is it just me?