Expanding My Booklist

Expanding My Booklist

I want to explain my title a little, about how I reached this point and how I now have a focus to all my ramblings from before. The one thing that hasn’t changed is the fact that I still love stories, from all kinds of mediums, and I love how these stories can inspire to do so much with the right combination of words, scenarios, and characters. That, to me, is a magical experience that’s just open to any audience and any interpretation. 

I want to dedicate this blog, the reviews, and my writings to the awesome classes and professors of Queens College. At the start of college, I was at a low place, overwhelmed by fears and insecurities, but after I entered Queens College, I realized that stories are not only my refuge but my passion. It’s something that I want to pursue in the future. I may seem to be slow and fickle in the future, but I’m just always surrounded by stories and I couldn’t ask for anything more. Except, you know, food, water, shelter, indoor plumbing, financial security, the internet, etc. 

At a greeting card store (Papyrus), I’ve read that “life’s not measured by comfort zones.” That’s completely true! At college, even though I had this purpose and passion in my head, it was definitely reaffirmed by my college experiences. I not only have I met new people, they showed me new perspectives. All those books my professors required for me to read were an amazing surprise! I loved them and I’m grateful that I’ve discovered and read them (even if it was for an assignment). I still love my comfort zone; YA books will still be my favorite genre, but those nonfiction books, memoirs, plays, general fiction books that weren’t necessarily centered on a young protagonist, they were so provocative and a fresh, new, amazing reading experience! These showed me that even adults are developing and still trying to figure things out. All that uncertainty and frustration doesn’t always get left behind in our teenage years. We’ve just gained some slight awareness and responsibilities. However, these books also showed how it’s okay to be lost. That, even then, we still have the time or something good can come out of our hesitation. I’m even more grateful to my professors for introducing to me the parallels and connections literature has to our current reality. How literature, television, plays, movies, art, all these stories play a vital role in our culture: They’re our way of translating the world through our own perspective. They make connections that we haven’t even considered before. Life truly is the greatest inspiration which is why it’s so adventurous living in it. 

Thank you for reading this post! Thank you for your patience! 

Most of us are just more comfortable around fiction than real life.

Richard Vetere, “The Writers Afterlife” 

Hi, Everyone!!!!! I know this might be a little shocking - I’m actually writing up a post! But, you see, I really wanted to do this. It’s like that little feeling inside your chest that feels heavy until you hold your breath and let it all out in one post! Then you feel better! (Either that or I have heartburn). Anyway, this is a quote from a book that my screenwriting teacher wrote and finally published. He’s really cool and so hilarious and sarcastic. So, if anyone is interested, I recommend that you check out “The Writers Afterlife,” because it’s funny and has this angsty feeling that all future authors and writers could relate to.   

OMG, I’m just obsessing over this movie right now. My favorite movie of all time! I love concept art too! It tells us that ideas evolve and that first draft doesn’t have to be the end. Look how much revisions and hard work they got through before they reached that final version. Those of you who love this movie, you know what I’m talking about! 

This is not my post, I’m just reblogging it. I own nothing. Thank you, kind person, for sharing this!  

Coraline (2009) | character design (x)

My sister talks to me in this monotone, disinterested voice. It sounds frigid and gravelly as she delivers these clipped answers to me, but I can always catch a hint of impatient annoyance during those rare moments when we share a conversation together. As if I’m a child she has to tolerate and she can’t wait for our conversations to be over.

I know she doesn’t respect me but it still hurts to hear her openly admit it to me. She didn’t even have the decency to look me in the eyes when she told me this. She was too busy playing with her new Nintendo Switch.

She’s 19 years old and I’m 25, but I still don’t know what I’ve done to make her hate me to such a degrading degree; She refuses to talk to me, refuses to listen me, refuses to even look at me when ever I try to include her into my life. She’s trying to erase my existence from her life as she ignores me everyday.

I told her that I don’t want us to be distant, I don’t want us to be such a broken family, but she just dismissed me with a shrug and a snide, clipped answer: our brother and our dog are enough for her. I’m replaced by a dog. I’ve been replaced by a dog.

I still love my sister. I admire her confidence, her intelligence, her unfiltered mouth. She enjoys so much freedom in her life without ever compromising her independence or submitting to authority. She’s always in control and if she can’t figure something out, she’s undeterred. She never stops that vivacious way of living.

I try to respect her. I try to give her space. I wait for her to come to me and let her know that she can lean on me, no matter what. But I’m tired of this indifference. I’m tired of feeling like the dismissive employee she can’t wait to fire. It’s hard being on the receiving end of this treatment, especially from family. It’s nice to feel like she can rely on her big sister, but that’s when she needs to find extra cash from somewhere.

I think, at this point, it’s better to be strangers with her than family. She’s always been nicer to strangers. We’re already at that point and I’ve just been slow with the uptake this whole time.

#PrayforParis #PrayforPeace 

Let the world know what has happened and let us do what we can to prevent further tragedies.

Reblog this to be seen from everyone! Paris we are with you,Bulgaria is with you,world is with you ❤

My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need the blanket of another body?

Margaret Atwood, “The Shadow Voice” (via wordsnquotes)

this shadow sounds mean.