Book Review: Everything, Everything

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Author: Nicola Yoon
Synopsis:

‘My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world. I don’t leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla.

But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. He’s tall, lean and wearing all black—black T-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare right back. His name is Olly.

Maybe we can’t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. It’s almost certainly going to be a disaster.’

I loved the way this book was written, with the illustrations and everything (ha!). It was a pretty quick and easy read, also the cover of the book is pretty yes? 😀  It has a predictable, roll-your-eyes aspect to it (it’s YA) and the conclusion was a bit rushed in my opinion, I felt like there was so much more explaining to do. But all in all it was an enjoyable read. Made me appreciate the simple fact that I can leave the house and breathe outside air any time I feel like it because SCID is actually a real disease.
Also the word humuhumunukunukuapuaa is stuck in my head o.O
Rating:♥♥♥

Book Review: All The Bright Places

All the Bright Places

Author: Jennifer Niven

This book follows Violet Markey and Theodore Finch who meet at their school’s bell tower with the intention of committing suicide. Violet is dealing with a traumatic event while Finch is suicidal. It is a well written story that is heavily themed on mental illness and is told from the point of view of both Violet and Finch.

It’s heartbreaking and gives a glimpse into how people with suicidal tendencies think and the effects of suicide on the people they leave behind. I have personally only read or heard about suicide from the news, books or on TV shows, I haven’t had anyone close to me deal with this issue, so it was an eye opening experience to actually read the character’s thoughts because I’ve always been a little curious as to what exactly goes through their minds. It’s a work of fiction, yes, but all the same, it was interesting to get into their heads.

Kind of reminded me of Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar, which chronicles Esther Greenwood’s descent into madness. It’s the only other book about mental health that I really enjoyed reading (maybe because it was heavily based on Sylvia Plath’s life) because again, you get to see what’s going on in her head.

I enjoyed reading it!

Rating: ♥♥♥♥

 

 

Book Review: I Am Pilgrim

I Am PilgrimAuthor: Terry Hayes

I decided to read this book solely because I heard a lot of good things about it and I had to see/read for myself and I’m glad it didn’t disappoint! It wasn’t exactly a page-turner type of read but it had me hooked from the beginning. It follows Scott Murdoch, code name Pilgrim, as he tries to piece together two murders and hunt down a man who’s planning to destroy America.

The entire story is told from the point of view of the protagonist who is intelligent and quick witted so its quite interesting to follow him as he navigates numerous countries and manages to maneuver quite a few close shaves.

I’m not necessarily a crime-fiction fan but this book is very well written and has an addictive quality to it. Considering the current situation in the world in terms of terrorism, this book makes you think about where terrorism could be headed given technological advancements. I’d give this book a rating of 4/5 stars.

And also I wouldn’t mind if this was made into a movie! 🙂

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree….

and she loved a little boy.

And everyday the boy would come

and he would gather her leaves

and make them into crowns

and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk

and swing from her branches

and eat apples.

And they would play hide-and-go-seek.

And when he was tired,

he would sleep in her shade.

And the boy loved the tree….

very much.

And the tree was happy.

But time went by.

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree

and the tree said, “Come, Boy, come and

climb up my trunk and swing from my

branches and eat apples and play in my

shade and be happy.”

“I am too big to climb and play” said

the boy.

“I want to buy things and have fun.

I want some money?”

“I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I

have no money.

I have only leaves and apples.

Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in

the city. Then you will have money and

you will be happy.”

And so the boy climbed up the

tree and gathered her apples

and carried them away.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time….

and the tree was sad.

And then one day the boy came back

and the tree shook with joy

and she said, “Come, Boy, climb up my trunk

and swing from my branches and be happy.”

“I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy.

“I want a house to keep me warm,” he said.

“I want a wife and I want children,

and so I need a house.

Can you give me a house ?”

” I have no house,” said the tree.

“The forest is my house,

but you may cut off

my branches and build a

house. Then you will be happy.”

And so the boy cut off her branches

and carried them away

to build his house.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.

And when he came back,

the tree was so happy

she could hardly speak.

“Come, Boy,” she whispered,

“come and play.”

“I am too old and sad to play,”

said the boy.

“I want a boat that will

take me far away from here.

Can you give me a boat?”

“Cut down my trunk

and make a boat,” said the tree.

“Then you can sail away…

and be happy.”

And so the boy cut down her trunk

and made a boat and sailed away.

And the tree was happy …

but not really.

And after a long time

the boy came back again.

“I am sorry, Boy,”

said the tree,” but I have nothing

left to give you –

My apples are gone.”

“My teeth are too weak

for apples,” said the boy.

“My branches are gone,”

said the tree. ” You

cannot swing on them – ”

“I am too old to swing

on branches,” said the boy.

“My trunk is gone, ” said the tree.

“You cannot climb – ”

“I am too tired to climb” said the boy.

“I am sorry,” sighed the tree.

“I wish that I could give you something….

but I have nothing left.

I am just an old stump.

I am sorry….”

“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy.

“just a quiet place to sit and rest.

I am very tired.”

“Well,” said the tree, straightening

herself up as much as she could,

“well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting

Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.

“And the boy did. And the tree was happy.

Grateful for all the “Giving Trees” in my life. 🙂

CHASING PAVEMENTS

I hate bucket lists. Maybe because I’m a realist. Or because I’m too cautious. Or I hate the idea of setting myself up for disappointment. I mean, it feels like writing down a bunch of things I would maybe kinda sort of want to achieve before, you know, I kick the proverbial bucket. Like if they happened, my mind would be completely blown.

I once had one, which to be honest, was a source of much frustration. Maybe it was ambitious? I don’t know. There was stuff on there like ‘Travel the world’, (Because why limit yourself to specific countries) ‘Go bungee jumping’ (I think I can actually pull this off still), ‘Write a book’, etc. As the birthdays pile up and life introduces new and necessary goals, some of these things just stop being as exciting as they once were. Not because they’re not exciting things but because they come with costs and budgets and plans and time and energy and explanations. . . They end up getting pushed forward to when ‘I have the money’ or when ‘I have the time’ or when ‘I have the energy’.  Before you know it you’re old and tired, sitting in front of the fireplace thinking about shoulda coulda wouldas.

I wish life was less confusing. That I could actually find a way of prioritizing the things I am truly passionate about as opposed to prioritizing things. Or should I change what I’m passionate about? (Do what I love, love what I do?)

I guess I’m just scared of getting out of my comfort zone. It’s easier to accept things you understand. But at the same time there’s this big fat maybe hanging over my dreams.

I’ll probably write that list again. Sigh.