Wish List

1. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
2. Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

3. Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta
4. Break by Hannah Moskowitz

5. Ballad by Maggie Stiefvater
6. The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan

7. Lament by Maggie Stiefvater
8. Cracked Up To Be by Courtney Summers

9. Give Up the Ghost by Megan Crow
10. Fire by Kristin Cashore

Okay, so these are ten books that I really want to read but the bookstore might not have them and I am open to suggestions. So, if you have books to recommend me, leave a comment.

I guess you can get a good idea of what kind of books I like to read by looking at this list, but I appreciate any suggestions and thanks.

Saturday Seven

1. I finally got For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert out of my head. For days I kept humming and singing and playing it on YouTube. I was sorta obsessed with that song but now it's gone and I'm never going to listen to it again.

2. I won NaNoWriMo three days ago. I was so happy when I reached 50,000 because it has been years since I was able to reach that mark. I still have a lot to edit, but I'm having fun tightening up the scenes and establishing Kendall's character.

3. I have a huge crush on Sylar and Samuel from Heroes. I won't admit this to anyone else, but I literally squee when they are on screen. I just watched last Monday's episode and I am so glad Sylar is back! I was getting tired of the sweet, caring, clueless Sylar. And Zachary Quinto is so hot when he's playing the bad guy.

4. I had a great Thanksgiving surprisingly. I had lots of my grandma's homemade Mac & Cheese and some ham and greens and I was full for a whole day. I wrote about the things I was grateful for and it was altogether a perfect day. Especially since I won NaNo at 11 in morning on that day. I hope everyone else's Thanksgiving was great!

5. It snowed yesterday! Some of you are probably wishing that it snowed where you live, but I don't want it to snow. I hate the winter. Seriously, I do. I love the holiday cheer and the low crime rates, but winters in Pennsylvania are brutal and then no one likes to put salt down and I live on a hill, so it's going to be mighty hard getting down the hill without falling just to get to my bus stop and it gets so cold. And I've been living here all my life, so I should be used to it...but I'm not.

6. My mom said I can get books for Christmas. I really want some new shoes and some cute clothes, but my library is small. I only have like two shelves and my mom has several bookcases for all of her books plus she has a Kindle and that is so not fair. So, I need your help. If you have any books to recommend, please tell me about them in the comment box and sometime soon I will compose a list of books (not a long one) that I want for Christmas, so I can give it to my mom. Thanks :)

7. I've decided I need to work on polishing up Mirror, Mirror before I even think about writing anything else. But I did have a dream about a brother and a sister with a secret that could get them killed. For now I will deem this as another one of my SUPER SEKRIT projects and if the editing to Mirror, Mirror continues to go well, then I promise I'll tell you more about it...sooner or later, just not now.

10 Things To Be Thankful For

It doesn't need to be Thanksgiving to be thankful for anything. But for some reason, I never stop to think about all the things I do have that I should be thankful for.

My Mother: She always supports me in anything that I do and she is the person I inherit my artistic skills from. I love her to death and without her I don't know where I would be.

Books: Without books, I don't think I would be the writer I am today. Writing is 40% talent, but it is also 60% knowledge, without knowledge you can not write. It's as simple as that.

My Best Friend: She taught me that it's okay to be different, even if it's hard to be. Because of her, High school isn't as bad as I thought it would be.

My AW Buddies: I have learned so much from them. They are lovely people and awesome writers and I think my writing has improved because of them. I am truly thankful that I decided to join AW back in June.

My Education: I am thankful especially for my education because I know a lot of people either don't have a chance to receive one or they have given theirs up.

My Writing Skills: Without this, I wouldn't appreciate words as much as I do now. My mom wouldn't be able to take stories to her patients and put a smile on their face. And essays and other English projects would be hard.

My Strength: I've been through so much in my fifteen years of living. I am not the most optimistic person and sometimes I just want to give up, but because of the strength given to me by my mother, my family, my friends, I know that if life throws me a bad day, I can get through it with my head held high.

My Characters: These people are really important. Without them I wouldn't able to complete anything. Though they talk entirely too much, they are a joy to work with and we get a lot done together.

Stitch: He's my stuffed animal/other best friend. I know I'm a teenager and all, but Stitch has gotten me through a lot when I was a kid and he still helps me out today.

Music: I am thankful for all the musicians who create songs that inspire one word or maybe even 50,000 words.

There are possibly a million other things that I am thankful for but these are the top ten. I hope everyone has a fantastic Thanksgiving, and I hope you are all thankful for something, no matter how big or small it may be.

Teaser Tuesday

Happy Teaser Tuesday guys!

I'll try to get to everyone's after I get home from school.


We crashed behind a tree. Our hearts beating rapidly, and our breath labored. His skin touched my skin. My skin touched his. I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing in and out, in and out, chest moving, up and down, up and down. I felt like a roller coaster. I wanted this ride to be over.

Low's hair brushed my forehead. It was soft and gentle, like a butterfly wing.

"Why the fuck did you do that?"

"Do what?" he breathed.

"You know, put yourself between me and Jax, like that," I replied. "It was stupid and..."

"A simple 'thank you' would have sufficed," Low said, looking down at me from under his eyelashes.

"And it was sweet," I finished. "It was heroic."

"You're welcome." We sat like that for a while, listening to the birds chirping and our hearts slowing down.

"We should get back. Tell the others," Low said, suddenly.

I will never admit this to him, but I liked sitting with him. Just sitting with him. It was nice not feeling the awkward tingle in my gut, whenever he was near. It was like old times, when we were just a little boy and a little girl, playing in the mud and playing hide-and-seek.

He started to stand up. I tugged him back down.

"No," I said.

He looked down at me, as always, kindness painting his irises.

"Stay," I continued. "Just stay for a little longer."

Low nodded, his hair blowing in the wind.

"For a little while longer."

I rest my head tentatively against Low's chest, and though it didn't feel right, it didn't feel wrong either. He placed his arm around me, smoothing out the goosebumps that were spreading up my arms. And I didn't complain.

I didn't pull away.

Instead something warm and heavy built up inside of me. It traveled to my head, until I couldn't see. My vision was blurred and wet, hot droplets were raining down my cheeks.

I was crying. I didn't know why, but I was crying. Not for Jax, not for me, not for anything in particular really.

I was just crying.

Low pulled me closer to him. He was like a security blanket, warm and soft. I snuggled up close to him, letting my tears tattoo his shirt.

"Some day, we're gonna to leave this town." He started to sing. I closed my eyes and got lost in the melody.

"We're gonna follow the roads of our hearts. Some day we're gonna leave this town. Not caring where the road ends or how it starts."

Low had a beautiful voice. It was one of those deep voices, that had the ability to shake you to your core. I felt his voice on my skin and in my bones, and soon in my heart. Soon, I couldn't help but wonder if we were ever going to make it out, away from this family, this life.

I loved Kip and Candi, Trix and maybe if I tried hard enough, I could love Pris. They were the only family I've ever known, but I couldn't live like this. In a world full of people, I feel so alone. I feel isolated, like my life is confined in a box and no matter how much I want out, I can't get out. I'm stuck and the walls are closing in on me.

I want out.

I want out.

New Moon

I really didn't think I was going to, but I saw New Moon! It seemed like I was waiting for an eternity to see it- and I'm not exaggerating.

After I finished getting ready, I was all set to go catch the bus so that I can meet my friend in town. But I live on a hill, so by the time I got to the bottom my bus was passing by. So I had to walk back home and wait another twenty minutes for the next bus. Finally, the bus came but when I got into town the bus that takes us out to the movie theater was leaving and my friend wasn't there yet.

So, since it was a Sunday we had to wait over two hours for the next bus to come. When we finally got out to the movies, we found out that the next movie wasn't showing until 3:50, so we had another hour and fifty minutes to spare.

I went to Taco Bell for the first time ever and then we went to Barnes & Nobles and I ogled at all the good books in the YA section.

By time we were done walking around, we went to the movies, got our popcorn and went to go find seats.

And when the movie started- wow.

I could immediately tell it was going to be better than Twilight. The special effects were better, the acting was superb, well compared to the acting in Twilight it was.

And I like that it stayed true to the book, for the most part.

I never liked New Moon. Namely because Edward leaves Bella and she starts liking Jacob (blech) but Taylor Lautner...*fans self*

He is gorgeous and his abs, wow. He is the epitome of a dedicated actor because he could have just given up the role to someone else, but he didn't and those abs...

I swear, the theater consisted of mostly females and when he took off his shirt, there was swooning and...wow.

Okay, okay, I'm off topic but New Moon was great. I'm not saying this because I'm a huge Twilight fan or anything, but seriously it was.

The werewolves were scary and believable and well-done. The script-hilarious. There was some really great lines and Jacob's mood swings made me fall out of my chair.

All in all, I'm so glad I got to see it and I really had a great time last night though I was really tired once I got home.

I hope everyone had as much fun as I did when you went to go see New Moon and if you haven't seen it yet. Go see it. Now.

Music Music Music

This is the first time I'm participating in one of these, but today is Roadtrip Wednesday over at YA Highway.

Today's question is:

What are the songs that represent/influence your WIP(s)?

When I saw this question, I knew I had to answer it. Without music, I don't think I could write. I probably could, but music is like my partner in writing. Whenever I'm stuck on a scene, I can turn on the radio or my iPod put on one of my favorite bands and then everything will be okay.

Mirror, Mirror

I didn't have time to make a playlist for MM, because I switched nano ideas and I didn't really know a lot about this novel until I got deeper into the story.

While writing, I listened to a lot of The Fray. They're one of my favorite bands and I love listening to them while I right, because it's so smooth and powerful and the lyrics are just amazing.

Say When is both the theme for Mirror, Mirror and Low, which is one of the love interest in the book.

I'm breakin' down and you're breathin slowly
Say the word and I will be your man, your man,
Say when
And my own two hands will comfort you, tonight, tonight
Say when
And my own two hands will carry you, tonight, tonight

This part in the song really spoke to me because all Low wants to do is be there for Ken. He wants to be her knight in shining armor when and if she needs him.

Chasing Pavements by Adele

I've made up my mind,
Don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong, I am right
Don't need to look no further,
This ain't lust
I know this is love
I love this song so much. I hadn't listened to it in a while and when I put it on, I immediately started shaping Kendall's character. She's in love with Kipling, a man who is always angry and abusive, but in him, she sees herself. In Chapter 8, she tells Low that she loves him because they are both the same, they are both broken, they both have past that they want to escape but can't because it haunts them everyday.

So basically, she's telling Low I know I love Kip and there's no need for her to think it over. Her mind is made up. But as time progresses, she starts to question herself.

Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste

Kendall starts to wonder if she should stop loving Kip, because he already loves someone else. Or if she should just keep loving him, even if he doesn't love her back.

We Might As Well Be Strangers by Keane

I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in an empty space
I don't understand your heart
It's easier to be apart

This is another Low/Ken song. It really fits the scene I recently wrote. So this song is pretty much self-explanatory.

Won't Stop by OneRepublic

I swear it's you that my heart beats for
And it ain't gonna stop
It just won't stop

Twilight by Thriving Ivory

This ain't gonna hit me till God knows when
You know I feel it in my bones
And I wear it on my skin
But there ain't no use in right or wrong
A heart must go where it belongs

There are probably a million other songs that fit my novel, but these are the main ones. Music is really inspiring and like pictures, it can speak a thousand words. It can help paint your character's emotions or it can set the scene.

I love music. I never leave the house without my iPod and never write without it.

How about you? What songs represent/influence your WIP(s)?

Teaser Tuesday

Happy Teaser Tuesday!

I love this day now since I have things to post. Okay, a few of you already read this scene yesterday. I wrote it in like ten minutes, and so it probably has a few rough spots, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Background Info: Low was throwing rocks at Ken's window, she let him in, they got into a tiny fight and now...


My breath caught, as Low suddenly moved over me, his hair falling into my eyes, caressing my cheeks. In my chest, my heart was doing jumping jacks and though it was dark in the room, I could still see his dark, dark, deep eyes.

"Don't you ever say I don't care about you Kendall. Don't you ever say that." Something wet fell on to my lips. It tasted like the ocean, warm and salty.

A tear.

Low was crying, Low was crying for me.

His nails dug into my arms, and then before I could protest, he was leaning in.

Our lips met.

I responded like anyone would respond to someone kissing them. I let him take my lips hostage, but it was only when I realized that there were no fireworks going off behind my eyelids, that I came to my senses.

Push him away. Push him away, my body was screaming but I couldn't make the muscles in my arms move. The tears I'd been holding back all night slipped out of my eyes and mixed with his.

Low came up for air, leaving my lips bruised and broken.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered and then he was kissing my collarbone, my jaw, my neck, his lips burning my skin. I let out a soft cry. I didn't want this. I would never want this.

It was only when he reached for the buttons on my shirt, that my muscles unfroze, and I pushed him away. He moved back a little, his body still over my body, pressing me into the bed.

I could almost feel the springs.

"I don't...want this."

He was breathing heavily. I was breathing heavily. Low didn't seem to hear me or he maybe he just didn't want to.

"I don't want this, Low, I don't."

He sighed, a loud audible sigh and got off of me. The bed creaked as he sat up. His curls were falling in front his eyes, now.

"Kendall, I'm sorry, I'm so..."

"Just go."

"I shouldn't have came here tonight. I don't know what I was thinking.

"Just go, please, go." My voice was soft and weak.

Low stood up and walked to the door, his footsteps as quiet as a ghosts'.

"I'm sorry," he whispered one last time before he softly opened the door and slipped out. I didn't hear him leave but I could imagine him running across the lawn, across the street, to God knows where.


I know I have like a kagillion blogs, but I love this background and I couldn't part with it, so as of today, this is going to be my new blog.

In time, I hope to become a regular blogger and book reviewer, but I'm not making any promises.