A Penny For Your Thoughts

I'm bored. I hear that's a nasty side effect of being sick. I'm not really in the mood for reading or watching movies or writing. Blogging doesn't sound too bad though, so blogging is what I'll do. This will be a completely random post. Just letting you know.

So I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part one a while ago, like in November. There was this one character who looked awesome. He was perfect. Just like I imagined him. Maybe a little bit better. He's a snatcher. He was only in the book briefly. He was in the movie a little more. His name is Scabior. Ringing any bells? Here's his picture:
Yep. He looks like a snatcher all right. His character was super cool in the movie. I hope he's in part two :D

So the other night I was drawing a map. Don't ask why, I just felt like drawing a map of a made up place. It started out pretty awesome. It had rivers and mountains and cities and roads and forests and islands. It was pretty late and I was pretty tired. I was labeling the islands. I named the small ones first, then when I moved on to the biggest one I started by writing an 'R.' Next came an 'A.' Then I accidentally wrote the letter 'L.' By that time I had forgotten what I was going to name it but I knew it wasn't supposed to have an 'L' in it. I sighed and went to write the next letter, deciding just to change the name of the island. I moved on to the next letter, fully intending not to write an 'L.' Well, I wrote another 'L.' I frowned and tried to change it. It ended up an 'F.' The island's name was now 'Ralf.' That was not at all what it was supposed to be. Unfortunately for me, I was using a pen. So until I find some white-out, the island's name is 'Ralf.'

Recently, my family has acquired the cartoon series Avatar: The Last Airbender. My younger siblings and I have been watching it nonstop for the past four days. We finally finished it today. I've already seen most of the episodes, but I'd never seen them in order until now. I did see a couple of episodes that I'd never seen before as well. Let me just say that this cartoon series is my favorite cartoon ever. One of my favorite shows ever. One of my favorite characters is Azula. (Oh boy. Here we go again. I always seem to like the bad guys, don't I?) Well maybe favorite is the wrong word. I always liked her character. She's powerful, she's obviously evil, and she's smart. This is her:
Moving on. So anyone who's seen even just half an episode of this cartoon knows that there is a war going on. The Fire Nation are the bad guys in this war. They've wiped out all the Air Nomads (except for one), they've attacked/weakened the Water Tribes, and they are working on the Earth Kingdom. Just to be clear, in this world, there are people who can manipulate the elements. Fire Nation has firebenders, Air Nomads have Airbenders and so on. The Avatar can control all four elements and is in charge of keeping the balance between the nations. Aang (the last airbender) happens to be the avatar. But this post isn't about Aang. It's about Azula. Azula is the princess of the Fire Nation. We've already established that she's scary. Her own mother thought she was a monster. Her older brother is slightly terrified by her. Her father (also evil) doesn't share these feelings. He puts her in charge of hunting down the Avatar, chasing down her brother (he was banished, by the way) and towards the end he decides to make her Fire Lord after declaring himself Phoenix King.

Between her chases and becoming Fire Lord, she begins to snap. First, the two girls she thought were her friends betray her. (They did the right thing, but Azula's evil, remember?) That didn't make her too happy. Next, her father told her she couldn't come with him when he went to go burn down the Earth Kingdom. He softened the blow by making her Fire Lord. The day of her coronation, she decides she can't trust anyone and banishes all her servants, firebenders, and her 'secret service.' Just as she is being crowned Fire Lord, her brother shows up and says "You're not becoming Fire Lord today, I am." This is what she looks like now:
Now she looks deranged. Her brother, previously thinking he wouldn't be able to take Azula by himself, brought along a friend (a waterbender) to help him. He sees the state Azula is in and decides he can take her and challenges her to a fire duel. The waterbender watches anxiously from the sidelines as the deranged princess battles her brother. This is probably the coolest battle in the wholes series, other than the one that takes place between the Avatar and the self-declared Phoenix King. There's big explosions of blue and orange fire. Azula looks scary. Her brother looks determined. He taunts her a little bit (something about not using lightning) and she says "I'll show you lighting!" then promptly conjures up some lightning and aims for her brother who could easily redirect it at her. At the last second she changes targets. The lightning heads for the waterbender on the side. Azula's brother intercepts it but is unable to redirect it correctly and collapses.

With her brother out of the way, Azula heads for the waterbender. Another impressive battle takes place with lots of blue fire and lightning, and lots of water. The waterbender lures Azula onto this drain thingy and just as Azula attacks, the waterbender freezes them both in an impressive splash of water. The waterbender takes a chain she found by the wall earlier and bends the water around until she has tied Azula's hands to the drain thing. She unfreezes the splash, tightens the chain, then runs to Azula's brother to tend to his wounds. Meanwhile, Azula finally cracks. The first time I watched this with my brothers, they burst out laughing. My reaction was quite the opposite. I burst into tears. I wasn't crying because my favorite character was defeated (that's a dumb reason to cry). It just struck me as horribly sad. Here is what she looks like now:

I don't find this funny. Not even a little bit.

Yes she was a terrible person and she did terrible things but in my opinion no one should have to suffer to the point of cracking like this. That my brothers found her pain amusing made me quite upset. She was shooting her blue fire out her mouth, screaming, and beating her head on the ground. It wasn't funny. It wasn't meant to be funny. Yeah, I know this is a cartoon, but it's a great story. I love great stories in whatever form they come in. Most stories I read have a character that just seems to stick with me. Azula is one of those. Bellatrix (from Harry Potter) is another one. She almost ended up like Azula. She would have been like Azula if Molly hadn't killed her. I guess this is just my kind of character. What kind of characters stick with you? 

I'm pleased to inform you that I am no longer bored. Now I'm in more of a thoughtful mood. Perhaps a writing mood? If you read this, thanks for reading my jumbled up thoughts and randomness. Well the first two topics were kind of random, but I hope you got something from the third. If you didn't read it and just skipped to the end, well, thanks for stopping by my blog. With all my thoughts now set out for you to dissect, I bid you good night.



Book Review: Shrouded Secrets by Joel T. McGrath

Synopsis (from goodreads.com):

When a teenage brother and sister inherit secret metaphysical powers, they are unknowingly hunted by a group of clandestine immortals. While one of the siblings will reluctantly choose the path of righteousness, the other will defiantly dabble with the promise of true power and the darkness that accompanies it.

As David James begins his freshman year of high school, he learns that his older sister Danielle's popularity isn't genetic. However, their lives change dramatically with the discovery that they possess power which grants them vast unearthly abilities. The more they strive for reasonable normality, the more unstable their powers become when combined with the stresses of high school teenage life.

While jealously, love, and anger unhinge their once typical lives, temptations to abuse their newfound gifts are manipulated by a shrouded and unyielding adversary who seeks to cast earth into a modern dark age. Soon secrets will injure the ones they love as the burden of true power begins to isolate them. Not even the ominous prospect of a crumbling world matters when each of them finds that they are helpless to control their own desires.

My Review: *I received this book from the author in return for an honest review.* So Shrouded Secrets is not what I normally read but I enjoyed it. It reminded me of Leven Thumps

I liked the characters a lot, but the plot was kind of hard to follow sometimes. Sometimes it was too fast, and sometimes it was too slow, and the it seemed to skip around a lot. The beginning didn't draw me in a well as I hoped it would but the rest of the book made up for that.

I think this is more of a middle grade read, rather than a YA.

Overall not one of my favorite books but I enjoyed it and I definitely would recommend it to anyone who is looking for a something new to try. For more information about the book itself head on over to the author's website.


Book Review: Torment by Lauren Kate

Synopsis (from BN.com):

Hell on earth. That’s what it’s like for Luce to be apart from her fallen angel boyfriend, Daniel.

It took them an eternity to find one another, but now he has told her he must go away. Just long enough to hunt down the Outcasts—immortals who want to kill Luce. Daniel hides Luce at Shoreline, a school on the rocky California coast with unusually gifted students: Nephilim, the offspring of fallen angels and humans.

At Shoreline, Luce learns what the Shadows are, and how she can use them as windows to her previous lives. Yet the more Luce learns, the more she suspects that Daniel hasn’t told her everything. He’s hiding something—something dangerous. What if Daniel’s version of the past isn’t actually true? What if Luce is really meant to be with someone else?

The second novel in the addictive FALLEN series . . . where love never dies.

Love the cover. The book itself... not so much.

First off, this book was slower than pond water. Nothing happened for the first two thirds of the book. It's pretty much a repeat of the first book. Second, when something interesting decided to happen, it wasn't important. Luce went somewhere to do something and it was pretty exciting, but it ended up not being important to the book at all. It was only mentioned once after it happened, and only in passing. The end of the book didn't leave me wanting more, either.

The characters got on my nerves again. Luce was kind of a jerk and Daniel was also a jerk. Neither could make up their minds about anything, it seemed like.
I didn't enjoy this book. I will finish the series but that's it. If you liked the first one then you'll probably like this one but if you didn't then you won't.

Sorry about the downer review but thanks for reading!


Book Review: Fallen by Lauren Kate

Synopsis (from BN.com):

There's something achingly familiar about Daniel Grigori.

Mysterious and aloof, he captures Luce Price's attention from the moment she sees him on her first day at the Sword & Cross boarding school in sultry Savannah, Georgia. He's the one bright spot in a place where cell phones are forbidden, the other students are all screw-ups, and security cameras watch every move.

Even though Daniel wants nothing to do with Luce—and goes out of his way to make that very clear—she can't let it go. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, she has to find out what Daniel is so desperate to keep secret . . . even if it kills her.

Dangerously exciting and darkly romantic, Fallen is a page turning thriller and the ultimate love story.

So this book has been the talk of the town. At least the talk of my town. I had heard lots of interesting things about this book. 1. It was amazing. 2. It was just like Twilight. 3. It was exactly like Twilight. 4. It had fallen angels. 5. It had a beautiful cover. I bet you're wondering if any of these are true. Most of them are. The cover is quite nice, it does have fallen angels, and it does seem to have a little bit of Twilight. Along with Twilight it has a bit of Hush, Hush (one of my favorite books) and The Hourglass Door. In other words, it's nothing new.

Character Analysis: Luce got on my nerves. Plain and simple. I don't know what it was but I didn't like it. She is a nicely developed character, though. I wish more would have been explained about her past. Daniel Grigori also got on my nerves. There was a big flashing sign over his head that read "Multiple Personality Disorder! Stay Away!" He couldn't seem to make up his mind and his personality kept changing. ^^^^. I loved some of the other characters though. Especially Roland. He was pretty cool.  So usually when you read a book you're supposed to like the good guys, right? Usually? Maybe it's just me that doesn't, because I seem to like quite a few of the bad guys in books (Bellatrix Lestrange). Same with this book. I liked the bad guys, not so much the good guys. The bad guys' characters were just more... realistic and likeable.

So plot. It was slow. Not a lot happened until the end, and when it did happen, it was lame. Like Breaking Dawn. It was like nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, something potentially cool, nothing. I must have liked something about it or I wouldn't have continued reading it, right? Right. I don't read books I don't like.

If you love Twilight read this book. If you love fallen angels, read this book. If you don't like either, there's a healthy dose of other stuff to keep you interested so read this book. It was an overall good book, just not my favorite. (I let my friend borrow it and she loved it so again, maybe it's just me). That's all I got. Torment is up for review next so keep a weather eye on the horizon (Pirates of the Caribbean ;). Thanks for reading!


100th Post!

I've posted 100 posts! How exciting! This is actually my 102nd post, but it's close enough. Anyway, I was thinking I'd have a little poll. It's completely up to you if you want to take it or not.

Do you like the Christmas lights on the side? I love them :). Speaking of Christmas lights, what's everyone doing for the Holidays? I myself am doing nothing. Sounds pretty boring, doesn't it?

Up next for review is Fallen by Lauren Kate followed by Torment by the same author. I've also decided to post a bit of my secret project. You guys are lucky. It's called Curiosity Killed the Cat and it is currently in the process of being written by myself. Oh and I'm also going to post my favorite Christmas song in the next couple of days because that's what one does at this time of year. Well that's all for tonight. Thanks for reading!


Book Review: Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare

Synopsis (From BN.com):

Magic is dangerous—but love is more dangerous still.

When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gas lit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos.

Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What’s more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own.

Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by—and torn between—two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm's length . . . everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world. . . . and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.

I'm going to start out by saying I was a little disappointed with this book. It didn't snatch me up like The Mortal Instruments did. Sometimes the story seemed a little forced, and it wasn't realistic enough. I know quite a few people won't like to hear this, but I hated Will. I really did. He was a stupid character. It felt like Ms. Clare was trying to make him like Jace. Sorry, but I'll stick with the original Jace. Tessa was a little better than Will, but not by much. She didn't have a lot of... personality. Jem (James) was the best main character, I think. He was pretty realistic, he was nice, and he didn't seem forced.

The end was not very well written. At all. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I didn't enjoy this book very much. I will buy the next one when it comes out, though. If you liked The Mortal Instruments, I wouldn't recomend this one. If you haven't read The Mortal Instruments, this would be a good one to read.

I just thought I'd let you all know that I have just finished Graceling once again. I  still love it. It is AMAZING! Clockwork Angel doesn't compare at all. If you haven't read it, go find it :). At the moment I am rereading hush, hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. Another excellent book that I enjoy. That's my update. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!


Song of the Week

Misery-Maroon 5
This is my absolute favorite song. Ever. Enjoy :)


Book Blogger Hop!

Christmas break! Yesssh! That means more time for reading and writing and, of course, blogging! Woot! And to start it all off is The Hop!

This week's question comes from Alex who blogs at Geek on the Brink:

"What do you consider the most important in a story: the plot or the characters?"

Ergh. That's a tough one. I guess the plot... but if you don't have well developed characters your plot stinks. That kinda goes both ways. You can have great characters and a crappy plot then it doesn't do much for your wonderful character. I guess my point is that they're both equally important and you can't have one without the other.

Tomorrow I'll have a new review posted! Yay! I'm just finishing Torment by Lauren Kate (which I refused to read. That sort of thing seems to be happening to me a lot *cough* Hunger Games *cough*) so expect reviews of Fallen and Torment in the near future. Oh and I might post a poem. Thanks for reading!


Contest Winners!

Yes, it's finally here! The day you all find out who won! The prizes were Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce and Sea Change by Aimee Freedman. Here are the winners: Kat and Sue! Congrats and thanks to all who entered! I've sent emails to the winners and if they don't reply I'll pick different winners. I have a couple of more contests planned for the future so be on the lookout for those!

Thanks for reading!


Painted Birds (Part Two)

Before I post the rest of my story, I just wanted to remind you that tomorrow is the last day of my contest :) I'll probably be picking the winners when I get home from school so be looking through your inbox! You won't get the book if you don't reply to the email I send out so be sure to do that! Here's the rest of the story:

The journey from the farmhouse to the capital was two days. During those two days the girl and the caged bird became great friends. The girl told the bird the most wonderful stories and in return the bird would sing the most beautiful songs.

When they arrived in the capital, the little girl was awed at the size of the castle dominating the landscape. She had never seen anything so large or so grand. There were many people crowding the streets of the city, all of them trying to catch a glimpse of the girl they had heard so much about, who was so talented that their queen had summoned her.

The queen herself was waiting to meet the girl on the steps of the castle. “Hello child,” she said cheerfully when the carriage the girl was riding in came to a halt. “You are the painter?”

The little girl stood and curtsied like her mother taught her. “Yes your majesty,” she replied in a small voice. The queen smiled. “Excellent. Well come on. Come paint me a picture.”

And with that, the queen turned and began climbing the steps. The girl held back for a moment before following the queen into the castle, birdcage in hand. The girl couldn’t help but let her mouth drop when she walked through the doors. The doors led into a great, wide hall. The floor was made of carefully cut tiles arranged in the image of a blooming rose, the ceiling was high and rounded, and the walls were adorned with beautifully embroidered cloths.

She followed the queen to the far side of the hall where sat a rich purple throne. Beside it a blank canvas and a set of paints awaited. The queen sat herself upon the throne then gestured to the blank canvas. “Paint me a picture,” she repeated.

The girl gave a small curtsy once more then proceeded to the canvas. She held the provided brush in her hand, hesitating as she felt the unfamiliar handle and weight. She wondered what she should paint, then with a small smile, she dipped the brush into the bottle that held the vibrant green paint. The queen watched her intently, marveling at the image that seemed to flow from the girl’s brush. The blank edges of the canvas were filled within minutes. The girl stood back and admired her work, then stood aside and turned to the queen. The queen silently observed the painting then smiled. “What is your name my dear?” she asked.

“Madelyn,” the girl replied in a quiet voice.


The queen rang a bell, calling a maid to her side. “Show Madelyn to her room,” She ordered.

And so the days passed. Every morning Madelyn was summoned from her room and required to paint for the queen. Every day after she painted she would be sent back to her room. She wasn’t sure what the queen did with the finished paintings; not that it mattered anyway. Every night after the queen dismissed her, she sat by the window and told the bird in the cage about her day and about how much she missed her home, and the bird would then sing her to sleep. The monotony continued for three long months before the girl decided she wanted to send for her brother.

In the middle of the night when Madelyn was sure everyone in the castle and the city outside, she crept to the window and silently slid it open. The cool night air gently caressed her face as she unfastened the latch on the door of the birdcage. The small bird inside rustled its wings, anxious to be off. The door opened and the bird hopped out onto the windowsill and launched into flight after pecking the girl affectionately on her smallest finger. Madelyn watched her friend disappear into the night, then tip-toed her way back to her bed.

Madelyn eagerly awaited the arrival of her brother and did little to hide her excitement. She painted pictures of birds in flight, and of the little farmhouse she hoped she would soon see again.

A day passed, then turned into a week, which turned into a month and no sign of the bird or the girl’s brother was seen. What she didn’t know was that the queen knew of the girl’s plan and did not want to lose her painter. She set a guard outside the city walls to catch the bird and ensure that it never reached the recipient.

As the months began to pass, Madelyn began to realize that something had happened, that her brother wasn’t coming.

A year passed, and then another, and still no sign of the bird. Madelyn took to painting birds, lost in the clouds, perched in strange trees. The queen, who had never particularly liked birds, quickly grew tired of the endless hoards of them springing into existence from the paintbrush wielded by the girl. After what seemed like the hundredth bird, the queen had had enough. “Paint me something else,” she demanded, but try as she might, Madelyn couldn’t seem to paint anything but birds. The queen glared at the painting and sent her away without speaking.

The next morning when the girl was summoned the queen was sitting in her throne with a satisfied sort of look. She had something covered with a cloth on her lap. Madelyn curtsied as usual but instead of waving her to the blank canvas like she normally did, the queen beckoned her closer. “Come here dear,” she said, “I have something to show you.”

Curious as to what that might me, Madelyn walked up to the queen’s throne. The queen gestured for the girl to look at thing covered by the cloth. With a flourish, the queen pulled the cloth off. Madelyn’s eyes grew impossibly wide at what she saw. It was a birdcage, ugly and plain, and inside it was a little bird, her little friend. She looked up at the queen in shock. “I’ve had enough with your wretched birds,” the queen said, her voice deadly quiet. “I will give you six days to paint me something that is not a bird. If I see another bird, this one dies.”

The queen then dismissed her and she stumbled back to her room in a daze. Almost mechanically she went about her room, pulling out paints and canvases without really paying attention to what she was doing. Finally she knew why her brother hadn’t come, and she felt an odd sort of relief, knowing that nothing had happened to him. But at the same time she was engulfed with dread. She didn’t want her little friend to die, and if it did die there was a good chance she would never go back to the farmhouse that was her home.

With that thought, she began to paint. She painted and painted until the room was dark and she could no longer see what she was doing. She sat by the window and rested her head against the cool glass. Not one of the paintings she had painted today was without a bird. She decided she would have to do something.

When the castle was dark an all were asleep, she crept from her room and made her way to the queen’s chambers. She pushed open the door, wincing when it creaked. On a table beside the queen’s enormous bed was the birdcage, once again covered by a cloth. Madelyn darted to the table and snatched the cage then sprang from the room like a fleeing rabbit.

The moment she entered her room, she went to the window and flung it open. She yanked the door of the cage open. “Go. Go fetch my brother,” she whispered to the bird. It sprang from the cage and into the night. Madelyn said a silent pray that the bird would reach her brother.

Madelyn spent the next three days in her room, painting birds. Her room was nearly full of them. On the third day she heard a little tapping noise at the window. She went to investigate and saw her little bird. She smiled. Her brother would be here soon.

The next day was the eve of the day Madelyn was supposed to present her painting to the queen and she still hadn’t managed to paint anything other than birds. After a few attempts, she abandoned the hope that she would create something new and retired to her bed.

Early the next morning, before the sun had risen, she was woken by the sound of tapping at the window, though not the gentle tapping of the bird. She found herself once again flinging the window open. She stuck her head out into the crisp morning air and saw, standing below her, her brother with a handful of small stones. She watched him scale the wall then pulled him through her window. Once he had caught his breath she flung her arms around him. “I knew you’d come for me,” she said.

“Of course,” he replied with a small smile. “But tell me, why didn’t you send for me earlier?”

She told him how she had released the bird and then waited and waited for him to come. She told him about all the bird paintings and how the queen showed her the caged bird and told her the bird would die if she didn’t paint something new. A twinkle appeared in her brother’s eye as he examined the room full of painted birds. “Come,” he said quietly, taking a few of the paintings in hand then walking out the door. She took one of her own and followed him.

“Where is the queen’s chamber?” he whispered. Madelyn led him down the hall and showed him the big door. “Here,” she said.

He pushed the door open with ease then beckoned her to follow once more. He took the painted birds and arranged them around the sleeping queen. One more trip back to Madelyn’s room and the queen was surrounded. He closed and barred the door once he and his sister were safely on the other side. He chuckled to himself as they walked back down the hall and climbed out the window. “I reckon she won’t be bothering you anymore,” he said. Madelyn laughed quietly in response then smiled as her little friend flew out the window after them.

Read part one here.
Thanks for reading and good luck to everyone!



Painted Birds

I haven't posted any of my stories in a while so I thought I'd post some of this one. It's called Painted Birds. I even made a cover for it (yes, I drew the bird):
Once upon a time there was a little girl. This little girl loved to draw. Not only did she love to draw, but she drew very well. People would come from miles and miles away to the little farmhouse where she lived with her family just to get a glimpse of her wonderful pictures.

When the little girl was nine years old, her mother and father bought for her a set of the richest paints they could find. The blue was clear and lovely like the afternoon sky, the green was crisp and smooth like the spring grass, the yellow was bright and sharp like the morning sun, and there was also red and orange as beautiful as a sunset.

The little girl took those paints and painted the most magical paintings. As word of these paintings spread, lords and ladies living in the distant capital grew intrigued. Many of them traveled for days to see the paintings, and were awed when they arrived. It wasn’t long before rumors of the child’s paintings reached the ears of the queen. At once the queen sent a messenger to the little girl’s home, requesting that she come and paint pictures at the castle for her. The little girl’s parents delightedly began preparations for the girl’s departure at once.

On the eve of the little girl’s departure she went to her brother, who was their parents’ firstborn and only son. She put her small arms around him and he picked her up and spun her around, the way big brothers are supposed to, then held her close. “What is the matter sister?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“I don’t want to leave you and Mamma and Papa. And what if the queen is cruel?”

Her brother kneeled so as to be equal to her height and watched her face. After a moment he smiled and stood again. “Come with me,” he said, offering his hand. “I have something for you.”

The little girl took his hand, allowing him to lead her outside and into the warm summer night. He led her to the back of the small farmhouse and presented to her a beautifully carved cage with flowers etched on the bars. Inside the cage was a small bird. “Take this cage with you when you leave tomorrow,” he said, “If you ever want me to come and fetch you, release the bird inside. She will find me, and then I will come.”

The next morning she departed, clutching the cage to her chest, watching her home disappear.

That's not the end of it, but I haven't finished it yet. This seemed like a good stopping point for now :)
Don't forget to enter my contest! Four more days! Thanks for reading!


Book Blogger Hop

Yep, it's Friday. Yep, it's the Hop. If you don't know what that is, look for the link on my sidebar :)

This week's question comes from Angela who blogs at Library Girl Reads:

"What is the thing you like most about reading book blogs? Is it the reviews, author guest posts, articles, giveaways, or something else entirely?"

I like it all! What about you?

Don't forget to enter my giveaway! Thanks for reading!



So Lulu over at The Bookworm commented on my last post and said that I won an award! Yay! This is what it looks like:

Cute :) So here are the rules for getting this award:
1. Share 7 things about yourself
2. Pass the award to 15 bloggers
3. Notify the blogger recipients
4. Link the blogger who gave the award.

Okiedokie, easy enough. Seven things about me:
1. I'm in high school
2. I love reading (duh)
3. I'm an aspiring writer
4. I am planning on going to BYU-Provo (yes, I am Mormon and proud of it)
5. I live in Texas
6. I play golf
7. I have an ATV in my garage this very second that I love to ride when it's not cold outside like it is now

Alright, fifteen bloggers (if you already got this award just smile and wave):

3. http://alisoncanread.blogspot.com/

So I'll let everyone know they got this award and once again, if you already received this award, just smile and wave.

Thanks for reading!


Book Review: City of Glass by Cassandra Clare and Book Blogger Hop

To save her mother's life, Clary must travel to the City of Glass, the ancestral home of the Shadowhunters -- never mind that enter-ing the city without permission is against the Law, and breaking the Law could mean death. To make things worse, she learns that Jace does not want her there, and Simon has been thrown in prison by the Shadowhunters, who are deeply suspicious of a vampire who can withstand sunlight.  As Clary uncovers more about her family's past, she finds an ally in mysterious Shadow-hunter Sebastian. With Valentine mustering the full force of his power to destroy all Shadow-hunters forever, their only chance to defeat him is to fight alongside their eternal enemies. But can Downworlders and Shadowhunters put aside their hatred to work together? While Jace realizes exactly how much he's willing to risk for Clary, can she harness her newfound powers to help save the Glass City -- whatever the cost?  Love is a mortal sin and the secrets of the past prove deadly as Clary and Jace face down Valentine.

The redundancy of the second book in the series is left behind completely with this book. I loved it. Lots of fights, lots of yelling, lots of kissing, lots of crying, some laughing, it all makes for a good read. It took off right away at the begining, and didn't slow down until the end. It was shocking and brilliant. There was a new setting, colorful and new and interesting. Nicely crafted. There were a lot of things that kept me on the edge of my seat. We get to see new sides of all the familiar characters, and we get to meet some completely new ones. There were parts where I laughed out loud, parts where I almost had to close the book, parts that shocked me, and parts that made me cry. It was excellent!

I think it's a great end to the series, but apparently there will be a few more books. The first three will be hard to top!

Book Blogger Hop (If you don't know what that is, head on over to http://www.crazy-for-books.com/):

This week's question comes from Marce who blogs at Tea Time With Marce:

"What very popular and hyped book in the blogosphere did you NOT enjoy and how did you feel about posting your review?"

Hmm, I'm not really sure. I guess there was Sleepless, but I'm not sure how many people actually really enjoyed that book. Most of the reviews I read were pretty similar to mine. I just posted my review. I said I didn't like the book then explained why.
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