I read.
Voraciously.
When I have the time.
Since the birth of my second daughter, my lovely hubby purchased an iPad for me. To keep my books on. Because he's highly allergic to dust my lifelong (since 5th grade) dream of having floor to ceiling bookshelves on 4 walls will never see reality.
Not for me.
Therefore, I have a virtual bookshelf. Full of lovely books.
That I read at 2, 4, and 6 a.m. while feeding my Pistachio.
That's when I read people.
Because I read a lot of books (99% of which are Young Adult) I wanted to share them. I will keep a shortened version on My Bookshelf page. Hopefully some of you will read them.
As he continued to stare, I wanted to point to my cheek and remind him, But you were the one who wanted this, remember? You're the one who asked-and I repeat-Why not fix your face?
It's hard not to notice Terra Cooper.
She's tall, blond, and has an enviable body. But with one turn of her cheek, all people notice is her unmistakably "flawed" face. Terra secretly plans to leave her stifling small town in the Northwest and escape to an East Coast college, but gets pushed off-course by her controlling father. When an unexpected collision puts Terra directly in Jacob's path, the handsome but quirky Goth boy immediately challenges her assumptions about herself and her life, and she is forced in yet another direction. With her carefully laid plans disrupted, will Terra be able to find her true path?
When I finished reading this book I was actually really surprised that I had never heard of it or it's author before. I thought maybe it was her first book. It was not. This book is epic actually. In the characterization and all around research and storytelling.
“This is beautiful," I said, ignoring the shop window to trace the gleaming stone walls fronting another boutique.
"You know what's funny?" Jacob asked. He didn't wait for my answer. "You can see beauty in everything, except for yourself."
***
I swallowed hard. Erik thought my body was beautiful, Karin that it was enviable. At random times, people had noted that my hands were beautiful, or my hair. The Twisted Sisters had called my art beautiful. Mom had the best intentions and always told me before and after my laser surgeries that I would be beautiful. But no one had ever said that I was beautiful, all my parts taken together, not just the bits and pieces.”
"You know what's funny?" Jacob asked. He didn't wait for my answer. "You can see beauty in everything, except for yourself."
***
I swallowed hard. Erik thought my body was beautiful, Karin that it was enviable. At random times, people had noted that my hands were beautiful, or my hair. The Twisted Sisters had called my art beautiful. Mom had the best intentions and always told me before and after my laser surgeries that I would be beautiful. But no one had ever said that I was beautiful, all my parts taken together, not just the bits and pieces.”
_______________
“That's when it struck me: how gorgeous we all were, even with cellulite (saw a lot of that) and stretch marks, scars and tattoos. Let me just say this, not one single body was perfect, not even the fittest of women there.”
_______________
“You know, there are easier ways to meet a guy than to run him over.”
Come on...you know you want to read it now.
I counted.
It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean, hundreds of kilometres away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking, “What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?” and my father said, “Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,” and that was the last thing he ever said.
We heard her almost straight away. In the other car, wedged into ours so deep that you couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. She told us her name was Tate and then she squeezed through the glass and the steel and climbed over her own dead – just to be with Webb and me; to give us her hand so we could clutch it with all our might. And then a kid called Fitz came riding by on a stolen bike and saved our lives.
Someone asked us later, “Didn’t you wonder why no one came across you sooner?”
Did I wonder?
When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they’re some kind of garbage, don’t you know?
‘Wonder dies.’
This is another epic book to me. When I think of North or Beautiful and Jellicoe Road, as someone who has dreamed of writing books, I realize the vast amount of research and creativity and planning that has to go into a really amazing story. I understand the difference between people that tell stories and STORYTELLERS.
Melina is another storyteller.
Jellicoe Road is unfathomably woven, interconnected. Beautiful. Beautiful in the way that THAT word was created to actually encompass. Not just beautiful like a dress or a painting, but heart-wrenchingly, stay-with-you-for-days, WOWza beautiful.
Side-note: Some people have "given up" on this book because they feel confused. Please, if you read this one, PLEASE give it 100 pages. You will never regret it. Also, be aware that there is cussing throughout the book and 1 mention of sex. It is incredibly brief and not "described", just mentioned.
“Guess what?' Fitz said.
'I don't know,' Jude said. 'What? Narnie smiled?' He glanced at her for the first time.
'When you guys see a Narnie smile, it's like a revalation,' Webb said, gathering her towards him.
Jude stopped in front of her and, with both hands cupping her face, tried to make a smile. Narnie flinched.
'Leave her alone,' Tate said.
'I need a revelation,' Jude said. 'And you're the only one that can give me one, Narns.”
'I don't know,' Jude said. 'What? Narnie smiled?' He glanced at her for the first time.
'When you guys see a Narnie smile, it's like a revalation,' Webb said, gathering her towards him.
Jude stopped in front of her and, with both hands cupping her face, tried to make a smile. Narnie flinched.
'Leave her alone,' Tate said.
'I need a revelation,' Jude said. 'And you're the only one that can give me one, Narns.”
____________
“If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless," I tell him.
He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly.
"Not driving any more.”
He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly.
"Not driving any more.”
____________
“These people have history and I crave history. I crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what I'm thinking. Jonah Griggs takes my hand under the table and links my fingers with his and I know that I would sacrifice almost anything just to keep this state of mind, for the rest of the week at least.”






























