Books, I Read It First

I Read It First: Home/the True Meaning of Smekday

Gosh, you guys. I really, really like this book. I think I might have a little bit of a crush on it? Is that a thing that can happen? Because I'm pretty sure that's what's happened. The Book: The True Meaning of Smekday by Adam Rex Genre: middle-reader SciFi (alien invasion) First impressions: There are so many good things… Continue reading I Read It First: Home/the True Meaning of Smekday

Books, I Read It First

I Read It First: Divergent: Insurgent

I so very much wanted to like this series, and I so very much did not. How do mediocre, poorly-conceived "epics" keep getting made into movies? Is it because the movies know they can only improve upon the book? That must be it, because I can't come up with any other reason why anyone would… Continue reading I Read It First: Divergent: Insurgent

Books, Reviews

Zahrah the Windseeker

It's been a hot second since I've read a YA book (the last one was Piratica in April, and it was both terrible & not worth discussion). I like to use them as palate cleansers between more hefty books, not because I think YA is frivolous, but because the writing itself tends to be less dense and… Continue reading Zahrah the Windseeker

Books, Poetry, Reviews

Review: Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson

I have a certain tendency to weigh myself down with too many dense books, get overwhelmed trying to slog through them, and then just stop reading for a while. However, this year, I am trying to make a reading goal--40 books for the year--which means I cannot afford the usual stall-outs. To attempt to break… Continue reading Review: Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson

Rant

Ranting McRanty Pants; or, Why Joel Stein Can Kiss My Ass

Today's planned post has been put on hold in favor of venting. Regularly scheduled programming resumes Sunday. For those of you who don't spend an ungodly amount of time on Twitter and thus don't immediately catch wind of things like this, today comedy writer Joel Stein published an article in the New York Times called… Continue reading Ranting McRanty Pants; or, Why Joel Stein Can Kiss My Ass