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Sunday, March 26, 2017

The (Fictional) Women Who Made Me

So I have a post on Feminism itself coming at some point.

Before I post that, though, I wanted to write about this.

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I grew up on Star Wars. Those movies, to me, feel like home. My brain deeply associates Star Wars with my family and my childhood. Watching the movies with my cousins, my sibling and I standing on our staircase in India and singing the theme as loudly as possible, playing in the basement and backyard with lightsabers and Jedi cloaks.

Princess Leia was (and honestly still is) so important to me. She was gorgeous, and brilliant, and so smart and sassy and badass.  She was undeniably feminine, she was a princess, and she was also a rebel leader, and ambassador, a general, a Skywalker. She kept up with Luke and Han and was not afraid to put them in their place when they were stupid. And she paved the way for every other woman in Star Wars, who are each unique and important in different ways.


I think the books I read and the movies I watched as a kid had an undeniable impact on how I see women, and feminism, and myself.

I read a lot as a kid. There was this one picture book called A is for Abigail. It went through the alphabet and had women who were leaders/world-changers for every letter. Abigail Adams, Susan B. Anthony, Marie Curie, Annie Oakley, Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, to name a few. I had forgotten about the book until I found it in the library about a year ago. Little kid me really liked that book. I liked the pictures, first of all, but I also liked reading about all those women and all the possibilities they carved out for themselves and every little girl who came after them. They were stay-at-home moms, scientists, fashion designers, singers, teachers, pilots, civil rights activists, chefs, mathematicians. It was glorious.


Seeing that book again made me really think about the characters that I let influence me as a kid.

It started with American Girl books -- historical fiction from the viewpoint of nine-, ten-, eleven-year-old girls. History from the perspective of little girls, by nature, makes you want to start fighting for equality. I also read almost every Nancy Drew book, about the wonderful, super cool female detective, and her best friends. The Chronicles of Narnia helped shape my view of women -- women as adventurers, leaders, warriors, queens. Little Women and Anne of Green Gables, Percy Jackson and Jane Austen's books. I think we can attribute a ridiculous amount of my personality to Jo March and Anne Shirley. I wanted ink stains on my fingers and an attic hangout to eat apples and write in because of Jo. I dyed my hair red because of Anne. They were ridiculously impactful. Jo, who makes her own decisions no matter what anyone thinks. Anne, who is imaginative, flawed and funny, stubborn and lovely and unabashedly herself. Any character that loved books was one of my favorites. Annabeth Chase: self-sufficient, badass, genius, goals in every way. Elizabeth Bennet, the clever, independent, hard-headed heroine of Jane Austen's most famous novel. They have all been with me for years, proving to me that women can do anything.


Representation is important, especially if you think about it in the context of children. When kids watch movies and read books, they are fueling their imagination with both how the world is and how the world could be. They need to see characters they relate to. Characters who show them what is possible. Characters that tell them -- even subconsciously -- they can be successful and powerful and inspirational and loved.

And not only do they shape how we see ourselves, fiction and media are some of the first ways we perceive people who are unlike us, who are outside our little circle of the world. This is another reason diversity is essential in fiction -- it creates empathy and builds connecting points where they might not otherwise exist.

Once I hit middle school, it was Harry Potter, the Hunger Games, the Lord of the Rings. Characters like Hermione Granger, Professor McGonagall, Molly and Ginny Weasley, Katniss Everdeen, and Eowyn were the people I was looking up to. I think J.K. Rowling did one of the best jobs with her female characters of any author I have ever read. Every woman is fully her own character with her own personality and her own strengths. (Side note: I asked a BUNCH of my friends about their favorite fictional women and Hermione was the #1 answer, with Mulan, Rey, Leia, and Annabeth also being very high on the list.)


In high school, I started watching/following TV shows for the first time. A whole new world of women as surgeons, superheroes, space travelers, and secret agents opened its world to me. This was also probably about the time I started thinking critically about the kinds of fictional characters I wanted.

I'm not asking for every woman to be physically strong, or to be totally independent, or to never cry. I am asking for women who are three-dimensional, who have their own character arc, who are complete without the men in the movie/book/series/whatever. They can be romantic, they can be emotional, they can be aggressive and mean. I want lovers and fighters and artists and scientists. I want black women and Asian women and Muslim women and everyone else. I want straight women and gay women and trans women. I want diversity, I want representation, I want backstory, I want them to be people on their own, first and foremost.


I find it curious that so many feminist fictional icons come from science fiction and fantasy. At first, I wondered if it was just me because I consume so much science fiction and fantasy. When the Women's March rolled around, however, I realized it wasn't just me. Princess Leia, Hermione, Wonder Woman, and others popped up on posters all over New York City and Washington D.C. and the rest of the world.

I have a theory on why this is. Science fiction/fantasy allows a different version of reality. Setting something in the distant future or another world can alter gender roles, expectations, conventions. This distance allows women to be in different positions than we usually see in reality. Women have a different level of freedom in deep space or the distant future or in the wizard world. We rarely see them being questioned and challenged on screen in science fiction. These women live in a world where they are simply allowed to lead lives -- ordinary or extraordinary, without having to justify every move they make.


This is not the world we live in.

But! 1) Real inspirational women who overcome all expectations and stereotypes and obstacles exist all around us. Absolutely, without a doubt. I would start listing them off, but that is a job for another day. And 2) I think we can get to a better world. We can get to the world of the characters that inspired me, where women are just accepted as doing whatever they want and whatever they are good at. Even if it means we have to move to those new planets NASA found to get there. 

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.


I am of the firm opinion that Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is the best TV show available. There are looots of reasons why, but here are some that Sophie and I came up with.



- Epic, three-dimensional female characters. Skye. Bobbi. May. Simmons. Reyna. I love the depth of each and every woman on this show. I never feel like the girls are weak or unrealistic or forced. They're all flawed, and unique, and fun, and interesting, and likable. Even Reyna.
- The cast. First of all, they're all perfect for their roles. Second of all, they're great (I mean, as far as I know) in real life. If you want proof, please look up the Agent Carter vs. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. dubsmash battle. It is glorious. (Speaking of Agent Carter, holy smokes is that show stunning. Please watch that as well.)

Simmons and I have the same feelings about Peggy Carter.

- Wit. This show is so clever and funny. Plus I always appreciate the Harry Potter and Doctor Who references. 
- Beautiful combat scenes. So. Good. 
- Humor. This goes back to wit, but seriously this show is hilarious.

This was classic.

- Amazing writing. Such good plots. And wonderful dialogue. 
- Superpowers. I'm a sucker for superheroes. 
- Drama. This too.
- Attractive men by the dozen. Goodness me. Ward. Lincoln. Tripp. Mack. Hunter. Seriously, where do they find these men. That being said, I also completely appreciate their characters and personalities. Hunter is so funny, Mack is wise, Fitz is basically perfection, Coulson is human, Ward is... Well. Ward is something else. I really don't think there's a character on this show I truly dislike. Whitehall. Whitehall is horrible.

Seriously. That jawline. 

- Romantic subplots that are stunning but not overpowering. One word: FitzSimmons.
- Plots that remain engaging, surprising, and epic after three years. I have watched this show for almost three years and I still love it. I haven't gotten sick of it, which does happen with some shows sometime in the third or fourth season. The plots always feel new and fresh, but they make sense (well, within the universe of the show). I can distinctly remember episodes that shocked me to my core and kept me up thinking about them and made me scream because WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING.
- Cool tech.


- FitzSimmons. Fitz and Simmons. Simmons and Fitz. FiTzSiMmOnS.
- Real-life application: 
           -- the very best people are flawed and make mistakes (Coulson, May, pretty much every character on the show)
           -- just because someone is on the "wrong" side doesn't mean they're evil
           -- tragedy doesn't justify brutality
           -- the entire Inhuman arc speaks for itself
- The dynamics between characters.



- So much depth. Backstories, overarching plots, subtle actions and dialogue that aren't important for a year or more. I love shows that do that. Love. It.
- Moral complexity. Seriously, I love shows/books/etc. that deal with war and humanity and what is right and wrong. Complex situations that force you to think fascinate me.
- It is, at its core, a spy show. And who doesn't love a spy show?


- The character development. The difference between characters in season one and season three is mind-blowing and it's beautiful. 
- How it goes with the MCU. References to Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff? Plots that match up to the events of CATWS? Lady Sif showing up? Yes, please.

So basically, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is one of the most underrated shows ever. It's completely amazing and you should go watch it. You will be a better person for it. That's a scientific fact, I'm sure. 

Sunday, December 20, 2015

The Force Awakens Review -- Guest Post

Let me introduce Kristopher Swanson, one of my dearest and geekiest friends. Kris loves Star Wars more than anyone I know, and when he sent me this after I saw The Force Awakens, I knew I had to post it. It should be noted that the rest of this post is absolutely overrun with spoilers and theories, so if you haven't yet seen the Force Awakens, you should probably close this. Now.
Without farther ado, I hand it over to Kris.
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STAR WARS Episode VII - The Force Awakens
Post-Premiere Thoughts

Okay, let’s be honest. I don’t think that I’m the only fan whose reaction to Disney buying Star Wars and announcing the making of Episode VII was disappointed at best. I also don’t think that I’m the only fan who has been at least slightly annoyed with all these new Star Wars “fans” that just popped up out of hyperspace. Apparently it’s okay to call yourself a fan right before the movie comes out an think you’re cool by going to the premiere. Excuse me “fan,” how many times have you seen each of the Star Wars movies? Have you dueled with plastic lightsabers before or undergone Jedi reflex training using Nerf guns? Have you ever erected a homemade fort and watched Star Wars episodes countless times on a six-inch VHS TV? I’m sorry reader; I’ll stop ranting now.  Star Wars is a lifestyle, an integral part of my childhood, life today, and my heart. So when Disney announced this, of course I denounced the notion, saying things like, “They are going to ruin Star Wars!” “I am never going to see it!” and “Does this make Leia a Disney Princess?” I was so disturbed by this that I discredited the movie altogether. It was only until everything started becoming so real that I started to open my heart to this concept; the original actors all started to announce their return, trailers were made, and behind the scenes footage leaked. I finally started to let these things stir in the jawa juice of my heart, and then, the premiere happened…

Before I begin, let me get this straight. No movies will ever surpass the original Star Wars sequels in the cellblock of my heart. Star Wars (or Episode IV "A New Hope") will always be the movie at the top of my list, regardless of any other productions, even another Star Wars movie. This is closely followed by Episode V “The Empire Strikes Back” and then of course Episode VI “The Return of the Jedi.” No movie will ever trump one belonging to the original trilogy for me, and that is just how it is. So, if you’re getting any crazy ideas, no, this is not my favorite movie, and no, this is not my favorite Star Wars movie. Period. These aren’t the droids you’re looking for…

That all being said, I was absolutely blown away by Episode VII “The Force Awakens.” Yes, the standing in line for hours upon end with hordes of other nerds in costume probably helped. Yes, it being my first IMAX movie also probably helped. But seriously, I am very impressed with Episode VII. I cannot imagine the weight J. J. Abrams had on his shoulders in directing this film. Nothing much, just around 4.4 billion dollars and the hopes and dreams of millions of fans. I am here to tell you that I am thoroughly impressed with what Abrams has done. Props to you J.J. You have done the unthinkable and followed up the prequels to the greatest movies on planet earth.

First, Episode VII “The Force Awakens” felt like Star Wars. Well thanks, Captain Obvious (or Captain Phasma in this case). But, yes, I do mean what I just said. Star Wars has a certain feel. The way the action and the effects and the music and the plot twists and everything draws you in and suspends you in a state of galactic gaping is real. This movie had it. These very things are what make Star Wars Star Wars. The combination of camera pans, jokes, duels, space battles, snarky comments, cantina scenes, and everything in between bring the movie to life. The banner at the beginning almost pixilated and low quality? Completely intentional. Bless you J.J. The original Star Wars was revolutionary. The only film of its kind. This it still is and will always be. I’m going to try and systematically arrange all these, but it is 3:00 in the morning, so we’ll see how that goes.

Second, the parallelism between the original Star Wars and VII was ingenious. I am still in awe. References filled the movie! The trash compactor and 12 parsecs! Then the Death Star and planet comparisons, small jet fighters and their miraculous victory, the trenches of the planet in the space battle, the holographic chess board, Luke’s training droid, the come-from-nothing home on desert planet with Rey’s background. When this comes out on DVD I am seriously going to buy it and make a list of parallel situations and references. These were just some of the few I caught.

Third, the action was impeccable. This is the year 2015, and graphics are great. So, this is sort of a given, but Abrams made a point to keep things classic. The space battles and low-flying action made my blood roar like a Rancor. And the lightsaber duel between Kylo and Rey was stunning. The intensity was to the next level.

Fourth, the music was sensational. John Williams cannot stop writing perfect music, and his tunes did it yet again. I can’t really say much for this topic, because a lot of my appreciation will come with listening to the soundtrack all by itself. This is absolutely necessary for, when in the midst of the movie, you are drawn in by the culmination of every masterpiece, music or non. It was Star Wars music. Blended with effects to achieve the perfect soundtrack.

Fifth, and a huge one on my list, the casting was sensational! Not only were the classic characters appropriately incorporated but also the nobodies, the new rising stars, were perfectly blended for a mixture of young and old blood. Each original actor was not simply thrown in for good measure, but they were all intricately woven into the plot. And then, where to begin with the new characters, but it has to be Kylo Ren. In all honesty, I was more than suspicious about the casting of Adam Driver. Pictures of him in Star Wars apparel juxtaposed with his typical comedy movie aura was not doing it for me. And then, the movie happened…Holy Chewbacca! He killed it! Literally. Hands down my favorite character in the movie. The complexity of his character always kept me on edge. I love complex characters! His voice with and without the mask was perfect; you could hear hints of masked Kylo in his plain speech, and this voice is iconic to the movie. His obsession with Darth Vader is also another aspect I am excited to see continued in the next few. I could see the fire in his eyes, and his anger management and destructive tendencies delivered the Sith I had been waiting to see. Sith thrive off anger and hatred, and his character unleashed that. Not to mention, his lightsaber and mask are pretty dang cool. I am ecstatic to see where his tale goes from here, and I cannot wait to continue to view the path of his villainy and darkness! Rey and Finn were also sensational, and their bond seemed to spill off the screen. And shout out to BB-8, who I dismissed as some random soccer ball droid. Wow. Boy was I ever wrong. Droid personalities. Bless you again J.J.

Sixth, the humor was up a notch. I found myself laughing countless times. BB-8’s thumbs up was pretty memorable, and who can’t love Han’s sass and constant comments?

Seventh, I was super nervous about the script writing crew having to throw in cuss words just because it is the year 2015. This is such garbage. Throw that idea down in the trash compactor too! Star Wars has never been like that, and I was really nervous that this would happen. They simply don’t fit, so I was very much impressed by what was used. I was only able to pick out the use of “damn” once and “hell” twice, and by gosh, that sure is good for 2015. Why has it come to this? Star Wars got it right. No one needs cussing in order to make a funny movie.

Eighth, the plot twists were on point. My suspicions did correctly confirm Kylo Ren to be Han and Leia’s son, but that was pretty much all I figured out. I think everyone thought Finn would be the next Jedi. Wrong. I think everyone thought Poe was dead. Wrong. I think everyone thought Rey was a nobody. Wrong.  And, it pains me to mention this, cutting to the deepest recesses of my heart, but Han…Han…Han Solo…He’s…Dead…D-D-Dead…WHAT? Talk about getting your audience’s attention! Everyone’s favorite space cowboy and beloved character was just betrayed by his own son, Kylo Ren, after the most dramatic of words and watering eyes, and slaughtered on a shining bridge over a span of nothingness, only to fall into the darkness of death. R.I.P. J.J, can I cry on your shoulder until the next Clone Wars? AH! At least the death was meaningful and about the best way I can imagine Han dying: Sacrifice of self (considering his earlier movie motives were highly focused on self). Still haven’t recovered. Never will.

Ninth, the stormtroopers were great. I think they actually might have shot something, or was that just my imagination? The new look works really well, and I am still trying to process the weaponry.

Tenth, VII ended leaving me captivated for the next one. There are so many unsolved mysteries, and I love how Abrams leaves many things to the imagination of the viewer. Of course, everyone is wondering about the mysterious Supreme Leader, and it seems that the idea of the “Eternal Emperor” is the best solution I have (thanks Jacob!). Star Wars is dualism at its core, so one side will never completely destroy the other. Good and evil, the Jedi and the Sith, they will most likely be duking it out until the end. The Emperor is essentially an essence, and he uses bodies as vessels. His life comes by draining life from the universe around him. The strangely distorted character was a hologram, so his large size is probably not a thing. Also, I propose that he looks this way because right now he has a broken body. A lot of his strength was captured when he was betrayed by Vader in Episode VI. Anyway, I know this is speculation, but it completely makes sense in the context of the movie, and it is a super cool idea. He thrives off sucking life out of people and places, misleads people, uses people, searches for a powerful vessel, and tries to regain control. In addition, can I make a crazy prediction and say that Rey is Han and Leia’s daughter? This makes her and Kylo Ren brother and sister and adds even more meaning a whole new element to the snow woods duel! And what would follow? Another meeting, duel, and attempt by Rey to bring back Kylo? The possibilities are endless. Bless you a third time J.J. Did I forget to say that after every one? Good.

Anyhow, VII captivated me beyond measure, and I was enlightsaberened in the same way that I have been with all the others. Though it will never be held to the same standard of nostalgic euphoria as the original Star Wars (Episode IV), it will always hold a special place in my heart along with all the other Star Wars movies, those which cannot be displaced. The best of the best. The greatest in the galaxy. I think I better go to bed. It is 4:11 and I am in this dream-like trance of Star Wars high yet extremely exhausted. This should be fun to read in the morning… I have a bad feeling about this…
May The Force Be With You, Always.

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There you have it. I agree with Kris on almost everything (I don't think Rey is Han and Leia's daughter, though I am inclined to believe she is related to them. I think she's Luke's daughter.) I though he covered everything wonderful about the movie quite well, and I'm very grateful he let me post this. :)

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Book Recommendations: "Real World"

"Real World" 
(Or, I review almost every John Green book in one big post)


by John Green
Read it. John Green has become quite adept at writing realistic, yet original teenage characters. Gus, Hazel, and Isaac are some of the best examples of this. The book is a bit on the cheesy side if you step back and think about it, but it's high school romance. That's okay. Besides being a really good rom-nov, it's also really deep. It explores sickness and death and hope and love in a way that you don't often see in fiction. It stirs your soul and gives you a new viewpoint on people whose stories are not often told this way. It feels very real, very honest.


by Rainbow Rowell
Set in the 80s, Eleanor and Park is a beautiful story about love and secrets and comic books and mix tapes. It's such a... pretty book. Which is weird, because it's actually quite dark. Eleanor and Park are both very different characters that what you would normally read about. Park is quiet and shy and small and elegant and Asian. Eleanor is big and obvious and new and fat and ginger. There's also hardly any dialogue in the book, which is really hard to pull off. A lot of it happens in their heads. It's very poetically written. This book is kinda hit and miss with people, some -- like me -- love it, and others (like Holly) don't. But it's a very unique and lovely romance, so if that strikes your fancy, read it.

by Rainbow Rowell
Fangirl is verrry different from Eleanor and Park. Cath is off to college, and literally everything in her life is changing. She is a super nerdy, socially awkward fanfiction writer who is terrified of change and being on her own. Her twin sister, Wren, is ready to grow up, to be her own person, much to Cath's terror. I love how Rowell explores growing up and loving a story and basically says "Hey, it's okay to be a nerd. It's cool to be a fangirl. And it's definitely okay to let go of some things." I really connected to this book and highly recommend it to anyone who would rather read Destiel fanfiction,or rewatch A Very Potter Musical or cry over "The Angels Take Manhattan" than deal with the real world. Oh, and Rainbow Rowell just recently published a book about Simon Snow, who Cath writes fanfic about in Fangirl. So that's super exciting. 



by E. Lockhart
This book is amazing. I really don't know how much to tell you, because it's a book you just have to read. Basically, think "perfect," upper-class family with secrets and issues galore. This book is... shocking, and heart breaking, and so elegantly written. It's a bit of a ghost story, a bit of a mystery, a bit of an exposé. I realize this is the most vague description of a book ever, but I really, really think you just need to read it. 


by Ned Vizzini
Craig Gilner has worked hard for what he wants since forever. But now it's all too much. After enrolling in the school of his dreams, Craig gets overwhelmed and becomes very anxious and depressed. He gets suicidal and ends up in mental hospital. The book is partially based of Vizzini's experience in a psychiatric hospital. It's a different view on depression, and mental illness in general. I, being slightly obsessed with psychology, really liked this book. It feels far more accurate than most books about depression/suicide. Craig has issues, but he never blames it on people, he doesn't play the victim. Which is refreshing to read. 

by John Green
The first book John Green published, this book is so good and so frustrating. John Green doesn't wrap everything up and explain it nicely, the way you'd like a book to. No, he writes it like it's life: Sometimes you don't understand why. This book has some of the most amazing quotes and really showcases John Green's talent as a wordsmith. There's so many wonderful things about this book; the antics everyone gets into, the mix of humor and tragedy, the suspense, the mystery, the characterization of Alaska and her contradictory-ness, the 10th Anniversary cover (I'm in love with this cover), the quirks of all the characters. 

by John Green
Yeah, okay, I really like John Green's writing. Paper Towns might be favorite of his books. For those of you unfamiliar with the books, Paper Towns is about a boy named Quentin. Q has a plan for his life. He wants the stereotypical American dream. He'll graduate, go to a good college, get a good job, have a family and house with a white picket fence. One night, Margo Roth Spiegelman -- his adventurous, slightly crazy, super attractive neighbor -- brings him along for a madcap night of revenge. Q has the best night of his life and is sure that afterwards the two will be best friends (at the very least). But the next day, Margo is gone. Q and his friends search for Margo, eventually going on a cross-country road trip, looking for a girl who doesn't want to be found and a town that doesn't exist. This book explores life and personhood -- both our own and everyone else's.


by Esther Earl
The story of Esther Earl, a girl who died of cancer at sixteen years old. She inspired John Green to write the Fault in Our Stars, but her tale rarely gets the attention it deserves. This book will very much make you rethink how you live your life and give you a new perspective on things you used to take for granted (like breathing). It's such a wake-up call, I guess. I made it to page seven before crying, so there's that. Reading about Esther's life and then death will probably make you mad. It made me furious. I will give you a word of advice: Use that emotion and do something constructive with it. I don't care what, but I think a huge reason we need to read about Esther and others like her is to try to change things and make them better.


by Stephen Chbosky
Gritty, dark, and intriguing, this book is a very honest look at high school life from the perspective of a wallflower. The main character, Charlie, is the quiet, chill type that everyone likes and accepts because he will never judge. Two seniors, Sam and Patrick, take him under their wing and show him all sorts of things. One of my friends said this book was the epitome of teenage angst, with every single thing that teens deal with in it -- sex, drugs, homosexuality, abuse... You name it, it's probably in Perks. I do really like the book, though. There's something... Relatable about it. I would recommend it. Plus it has a really good mixtape mentioned that you can find on Spotify. 


by Jon Krakauer
The non-fiction account of Chris McCandless, who trekked across the U.S. (and some of Mexico) for about two years before ending up in Alaska, where he died. I really admire Chris. He had guts, and there's no denying he was smart. He was an idealist of the highest order, and he lived what he believed. I get what drove him. It's a wonderful mystery. It wouldn't be nonfiction if everything was cleared up. I wanted to hitchhike across America after I read it. Krakauer does an amazing job tying McCandless's story to similar stories from the past -- including his own. This is a really, really good book.



*Denotes mature content (i.e. language, sexual content)
P.S. There are links to the books on Amazon if you click the titles. 

Monday, October 19, 2015

Dear Everyone Who Has Asked For Book Recommendations: SciFi

I think I'm going to make this a little series, where I post a group of book reviews/recommendations every two weeks. So without further ado, here's a lot of book recommendations.

Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic/Science Fiction: 

The Matched Trilogy
by Ally Condie
A dystopian society that has taken away choice + beauty. I appreciate Ally Condie's writing style so very much. The plot itself is not incredibly unique, but it was one of the first dystopian novels I read, and therefore has a special place in my heart. The characters and the writing are what make this book so very enjoyable. Cassia, Xander, and Ky are all well-rounded and interesting., and Condie's description and appreciation of beauty in the little things is so glorious. And the covers are sooo pretty. Get it on Amazon here.

The Lunar Chronicles
by Marissa Meyer
Science fiction fairy tales. I love, love, love these. Cinder pulled me in, and Scarlet and Cress were almost as good. I adore Cinder -- the character herself. All the characters in these books are so unique and so much more than the usual fairy tale character. I am a sucker for science fiction, and these books fit the bill. Space ships! Cyborgs! Aliens! They're down right stunning. Winter, the last book in the series, comes out in November, and I am very excited. Preorder it here.



The Partials Sequence
by Dan Wells
A sub-human species was created to be the perfect army... but the plan backfired. Now the few survivors left on Earth face not only these super soldiers but a disease that is killing their children and newborns. This book -- much like Unwind (below) -- very much deals with questions about morality and humanity. It's action packed, interesting, and really quite deep. Kira is a medic, determined to find the cure to the disease, no matter the cost. When a Partial is captured, Kira learns that the solution to her problem might lie with their greatest enemy. Click here to buy it. 


Unwind
by Neal Shusterman
A speculative fiction, Unwind explores a world where abortion is illegal, but an alternative “solution” has been found. Unwanted babies can be “storked” or left on someone else’s doorstep. From conception until 13, children can’t be touched. Then, with their parent's signature, they are can be sent to a Harvest Camp, drugged, removed of their blood, and taken apart. They are "unwound." Unwinding is considered a compromise for the ProLife and ProChoice people. The Unwinds -- some are problem kids, wards of the state, some are tithes (dedicated since birth to be Unwound) -- remain technically alive even after they’ve donated all their body parts. Everything is put to use in a Frankenstein-ian way. The book is haunting. It will shake you. Almost every character has a chapter to tell the story from their perspective - even the bad guys. You see everyone's motives and thought processes and vulnerabilities, which makes it about fifty times more intense. It is terrifying in a really powerful way. It will make you think really hard about the value of life, and what makes a person human. It questions humanity and love, God, death, respect, betrayal, hate, revenge, lost innocence, regret, neglect, fear, hope, leadership... In the first book, a bunch of kids ask each other at what point a person has a soul. If you ask me, that's the whole point of the books. Buy it now.


Ender's Game
by Orson Scott Card
This is a classic sci-fi book. Ender Wiggin is a child genius who is selected for Battle School -- a soldier training program. Ender quickly rises in the program, and it's clear that he's a natural strategist and warrior. Ender is a fascinating character, because he's both gentle and terrifying. His siblings, Valentine and Peter, represent both sides of him. The book explores Ender's growing up and his sense of morality. The people who run the Battle School push him so hard, and Orson Scott Card really explores that piece. How far is too far? Get it at this nifty link.

Avalon
by Mindee Arnett
Reminiscent of Star Wars, Avalon is about Jeth Seagrave and his team of thieves (known as the Malleus Shades. Talk about an epic name). The Shades are sent for their biggest score ever when they uncover a secret that almost anyone in the Confederation would kill for. Action packed, filled with twists and planet hopping and advanced technology and Jeth being awesome. This book is a quick, really fun read, and I absolutely adored it. Also, so much cover love.


The Giver
by Lois Lowry
This is one of Holly's favorite books, and a classic dystopia. The world has been removed of pain. Everything is regulated, safe. Jonas enjoys his life, how ever plain as it may be. Then he is selected as the Receiver of Memory, and he realizes what the world was like before. He experiences the pain and the joy and the color of life. There's a movie for this book, and though the differences are significant, the movie captures the point of the book really well. It's a celebration of life -- all aspects of it. Click here to buy it.


Fahrenheit 451
by Ray Bradbury
One of the first dystopian novels written, Fahrenheit 451 is about a world without books. Technology has progressed and people's lives are surrounded by screens and sounds. The book strangely parallels our world and our dependency on technology. Filled with amazing quotes about books and life, this book is haunting and compelling. Easily in my top five favorite books. I don't have a lot to say other than read it. It's here.


City of Ember

by Jeanne DuPrau
Earth has been destroyed, but instead of fleeing, the Builders created a city underground. It has been successful, except now everything is running out. Food, supplies, electricity, are all in demand. Two kids start investigating, searching for a way out should the worst come. I read this as a kid, and I loved it. It's interesting, unique, and a fun story with high stakes. Guess what? You can click here to get it.

Red Queen

by Victoria Aveyard
This is my go-to book recommendation. I read it like the week it was released and holy wow I was in love. This is a) one of the most original books I have ever read, b) one of the most beautiful covers in the history of ever, c) so incredibly well-written if hurts. The gist of it is this: there's a world with two types of people, those with silver blood and those with red blood. The people with silver blood have powers (think X-Men) and rule over the Reds. Everything is fine and dandy for the Silvers and terrible for the Reds, until one Red realizes she, too, has powers. Containing a fast moving plot, minimal-ish romance, some seriously wonderful plot twists, this is one of my favorite books. Click right here to get it. Because you really want to get it. It's wonderful.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

September First

Oh.

It's James Sirius Potter's first time going to Hogwarts today. 

And Teddy Remus Lupin's last. 

And I'm very emotional about it?

It makes me feel very old. I only read the books... five years ago, maybe six, but they mean so much to me and there's so much beauty in them, and in the fandom and I just can't deal and on days like this it hits you with the fact that this story that means so much and feels so important isn't even real and it's just.... It's weird. 

On one hand, the power of the language, my friends. Can we talk about how amazing it is that we live in a world where symbols can be rearranged into words and sentences and paragraphs and make up beautiful, wonderful stories that can reach millions and millions of people all over the world?

And, going slightly more abstract, the fact that this story started with just one woman's idea? And then it spread and it caught on and then people could share this story and could see in their heads the way she saw it and then other people picked it up and transferred it from words on paper into a movie? And actors portrayed these characters, portrayed them so well that sometimes it's hard to differentiate between the two? 

And then there's all the fans, who make fanart (art pictured here is courtesy of Viria) and fanfiction and fanmusicals and start things like the Harry Potter Alliance, and it just blows my mind how one little story about a boy can literally change the world. 

This is why I love reading and writing and stories. 

And I'm just really emotional right now so excuse me while I go listen to the Harry Potter soundtrack and read Harry Potter and wear my Harry Potter t-shirt and drink butterbeer and pl an a Harry Potter movie marathon and rewatch A Very Potter Musical, A Very Potter Sequel, and A Very Potter Senior Year and look at Harry Potter fanart and join the Harry Potter Alliance because I adore this story and I adore how much good has come from this story. 


Friday, August 7, 2015

Culture: Road Trip Diaries -- Part Two

(Sorry, this is painfully late... The end of the trip was exhausting and then we got home and it's so easy to get distracted here at home. Anywho. Here you are. Enjoy.)

July 8, 2015
Day 6
States Traversed: California
Hours on the Road: 4

We spent the morning in Yosemite still, stopping in the Valley for coffee and second breakfast and then walking to the Falls. They were gorgeous, but crowded. We were there by ten am, and I shudder to think how busy it would be later in the afternoon. They were beautiful, though (also, I might need to start using the thesaurus for more adjectives – I think “pretty,” “beautiful,” and “gorgeous” are starting to sound a bit hackneyed and cannot convey the true measure of wonder that this trip has inspired).
We got lost trying to get back to our car, which was kind of miserable. Getting lost in the woods, on a day when we had plenty of time and bottled water, would honestly be lovely.
Noooot so much when you’re not even actually in the woods, you have no water, and you agreed to thirty minute parking. That was a tad bit stressful. We did, eventually, find our car and hit the road again. Our destination: A hotel in Stockton, California. This was a pretty chill drive. I mostly read. Heh. I think I was still reading Fic at this point. I seriously loved that book. My nerdy, fangirl heart couldn't get enough. For example, did you know that oftentimes straight women write slash fic because they want to explore a relationship in which both partners are equal? Fascinating. And that tooons of classic authors -- Ray Bradbury, the Bronte sisters, J.M. Barrie, to name a few -- wrote fanfic? So. Interesting. Also, Sherlock Holmes fans have always been the crazy ones.
Anywho. Lots of driving which led us to a hotel in which we crashed.

July 9, 2015
Day 7
States: California
Hours: 5

We went into San Francisco for the day. I loved it. Getting into the city was the hardest part – we were stuck in traffic for over an hour longer than we expected. And this was like ten a.m. on a Thursday. It was crazy. Holly said it reminded of her of India, minus the cows. I had to agree.
Once we finally got there, we left our car to be parked in a parking garage – something that gave Holly a loooot of anxiety.
“You mean we just give him our keys? But what if he takes our stuff? Or our car?”
(He didn’t. Our car was safe and sound when we got back and he didn’t even charge us extra for being twenty minutes late.)
Then we walked around Pier 39 and ate lunch at a seafood place (Fog Harbor Fish House). It was lovely and had wonderful views of the sea and Alcatraz and sometimes the Golden Gate Bridge (there was a lot of fog, so our view of the bridge sometimes existed and sometimes didn't).
Then there was more walking about on Fisherman’s Wharf. There were so many people. Tourists. Vendors. Street performers. Runners. Business men stopping for lunch. Homeless people. All sorts of people, passing each other, exchanging nods or avoiding eye contact, people living their lives, people searching for meaning in the city.
There’s music everywhere. Musicians on the street, singing John Legend covers (personally I liked it better than the original – far more rocking), playing in a little Chinese stringed instrument, dancing to the Beatles or the Eagles or a jazz quartet. Music every few feet, coming from cars or buildings or headphones.
I like cities. I like the chaos and movement. I really like San Francisco. It isn’t like cities I’ve been to before. It has the sophistication of Europe and the chaos of Bangalore and a laid-back feeling that is all its own.
Everywhere I’ve been to on this trip has had its own distinct culture. Not just the geography, all though that’s part of it, but the people and the attitude and the mannerisms and the food and history are all different. They may share aspects, but they are all different. For example, Gallup is a small town, heavily influenced by its location of Route 66 and connections to Mexico. Albuquerque, while in the same state, is more big-time. It’s well-known, there’s more to do, it’s not as close-knit. The Grand Canyon is different from Yosemite. They’re both National Parks, but the Grand Canyon is more “Hello, we have epic rocks. Please admire our epic rocks from your designated viewpoint/trail/picnic area.” Yosemite, on the other hand is like “Hi kids! Nature is cool! Go run around! Butstayofftheseareasandfollowthebearrulesorwewillfineyouobsceneamountsofmoney.”
San Francisco isn’t like any of these places.
And yet all of them contribute to the overall American culture, even if some are more often cited than they rest.
I like comparing the three archetypes in my head – National Park/Nature, small town, big city. Nature stirs you in a way that’s quiet, slow. It works at your soul and pulls you in and makes you appreciate it. It’s solitary and not easily expressed (unless you’re quite talented).
Small towns are (in my experience) home-y and welcoming and very American Dream-esque. They’re still and safe and represent something idyllic and almost extinct.
Big cities, though… they yank you in headfirst. They don’t wait for you or even try to let you catch up. They move and change and have a heartbeat that may just be the bass from downtown.
And all of these are good in their own way, but my favorite has to be the city.
I really, really like San Francisco. The cute houses. The wharf. The people. The colors (even if it was rainy and foggy, there were still lots of colors). The rainy and foggy-ness. The noise. The pulse. Chinatown.
Chinatown is splendid. I am in love. It’s all the best parts of Commercial Street in Bangalore – awesome stuff for cheap, amazing food, and just the culture is very India-ish. But it’s still distinctly American, there’s American flags flying, not a cow in sight, trash on the street is frowned upon. I love it. I love the blend of cultures, the best of both worlds, as it is. And the fooood. I love Chinese food.
It was all in all a really good day of new experiences and adventures that were, in my book at least, very rewarding.
And now, “on to the next crazy venture ‘neath the stars.”


July 10, 2015
Day 8
Hours on the Road: 8
States Traversed: California

Pro tip: The Coastal Highway in Northern California is not, actually, on the coast. It's through the mountains.
I have seen more than my share of mountains on this trip.
However, the highway does go through the Redwood Forests, which are awesome. Those trees are soooo huge. They're so wide that it'd take four or five people to put their arms around them, and so tall you have to stand way far back from them and crane you neck to see the top. I've read about trees that big, but never seen them. It's an ancient forest, deep within which a mystical elven race is hidden. It was pretty dang cool. We wanted to go see the tree that you can drive through, buuuut our cartop carrier was too tall. :/ Awk.
It really wasn't bad, but the ocean would have been nice to see.
Our campsite that night was... a struggle to get to.
Let me set the scene.
First, let me say that Holly likes to exaggerate things. I have a habit of saying "This is how horror movies start." When Holly and I are home alone and hear strange sounds, when my friends and I find an abandoned school after dark, when I go to the woods by myself, on foggy nights. But if you ask Holly, I say it all the time. Running laundry? This is how horror movies start. Reading a book? This is how horror movies start. On the beach? This is how horror movies start.
Only a few days before, Holly had been mocking me for this exact thing, much to the amusement of our family (especially Dad).
Now, it's getting dark. We are in Northern California, with limited cellular service. A sign directed us down a narrow, barely paved road to "Gold Bluffs Campground." The branches and leaves far above wove together, letting in only small patches of light. The ground on either side of the road was covered in weeds and jungle plants and grass. It was green and dark and quiet.
The road wound around and around, narrowing with every turn.
It was ominous, and Holly and I couldn't help giggling at how very cliche it seemed.
I couldn't help it, I whispered "This is how horror movies start."
It was perfect comedic timing.
Because a) I was exactly right. A family on vacation getting led down a narrow road through the woods? Tell me it doesn't sound like we're about to stumble upon a run down house with an ax murderer inside. b) everyone remembered Holly joking about this just days ago.
It was so very funny, but you know, it was still a bit like... Yeah, this is how we die.
(Obviously we didn't.)
Our campsite was actually pretty cool. We could hear the ocean all night. I love the ocean.




July 11, 2015
Day 9
Hours on the Road: Way too many.
States Traversed: California, Oregon

This day had a lot more coast, which was wonderful. We played on the beach before we started driving. It was freezing. That water put Yosemite's to shame. It was so. cold. The sand was gray, dark gray, and extremely soft. It was so cool. The whole beach was gray, really. Gray sand and gray sea and gray cloudy sky. I loved it. You couldn't tell where the horizon was unless you looked really hard, because the sea and the sky were the same color. It just looked like a pearly wall. You know in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, when they reach the End of the World? It looked like that. The world just stopped. It was beautiful and weird and I know that the Earth is a sphere, but it still looked as if it ended and my mind kind of exploded.
Then we drove and I read. I was reading In Cold Blood by Truman Capote at this point, which is a super-de-duper interesting account of murder and greed and tragedy. To summarize, these two guys murdered a family in Holcomb, Kansas, with no clues and no apparent motive. It's actually a really sad story, and written engagingly and it's so well-researched. I love well-researched books. I liked it quite a lot.
Driving, driving, driving.
We got to our campsite, which was a pseudo-campsite like the one outside of Yosemite. It had free wifi, so that was kind of very cool. It was also a very, very cold. I wore my sweatpants and like three shirts and huddled under my sleeping bag as we ate dinner. And I read some more. ;)

July 12, 2015
Day 10
Hours on the Road: I literally don't even know. A lot.
States Traversed: Oregon, Washington

GUYS. If you ever get the chance, go to Sylvia Beach Hotel in Newport, Oregon. Oh my cow. Ohhh my cow it's beautiful. Holly and I got to go in and look around and explore and I almost cried. So it's an adorable inn on the beach, and every room is based on a different author. There's F. Scott Fitzgerald, Alice Walker, J.K. Rowling, Agatha Christie (golly her room was pretty), Jules Verne (SO COOL), J.R.R. Tolkien, Ernest Hemingway, Dr. Seuss, and a lot more. The whole attic? It's a glorious library and game room. The dining room has a no phones rule. There's two resident cats.
Basically I want to live there. I may have cried a little.
We then continued on the road to Seattle. I read (gasp). I did switch up what I was reading though. We were finally in a civilized enough area to have data on our phones... and I proceeded to use a whole lot of it to read Harry Potter fanfic. My favorite? An AU Dramione fic where Voldemort won. Holy wow it was really good. (It's called Midnight and it's on fanfiction.net if you want to go there....) Seriously, I am still not over this fic. AND IT'S NOT COMPLETED. Which is scary, because who knows when it will be updated, but there is hope. All the characters were portrayed so well, and the writing was poetic and elegant and dark, and the CHARACTERS, and I'm obsessed with Dramione because I love the idea of them having to get past their own pride and prejudices (heh, see what I did there), in order to work together, and then become friends, and then be madly in love. I like the AUs best, because I feel like there's more freedom there to mess with the reasons why they would have to work together, and I like the ones that keep pretty close to the canon personalities, and Midnight totally does.... And I sound so very, very geeky right now. I will stop. (But seriously it's amazing. Draco and Hermione and Luna and Ginny and Blaise Zambini and twisted, broken people who don't know what's right anymore or how to stop Voldemort at this point, and Grimm fairy tale references and WW2 influences and T.S. Eliot quotes... Guys, I legitimately cannot with this story. I adore it. I will actually stop now. Fangirl rant over.)
Um, so we drove. I read and squealed over Draco being vulnerable and tried to keep breathing when they talked about Molly Weasley in Azkaban.
I swear I'm a normal, rational. mature human who is a deep thinker and values real life interactions.
When we got to Seattle that evening, wem were greeted by our wonderful, wonderful cousins. Cadence is twelve, Emerson is ten,and Juliana is seven (I think), and they are more intelligent, interesting, and fun than half the people at my school. They greeted us so very enthusiastically, and then took us on a "walk" (run. They expected me to run) down a trail and to a junkyard behind their school.
Let me tell you how this walk/run went. It was basically Juliana yelling abuses at us for being to slow as we ran down incredibly precarious hills covered in pebbles. It was exhausting and terrifying. The junkyard was pretty cool though. We saw a deer, and got to climb on stuff and run/slide down a gravel pile.
It was fun to go exploring and laugh at the things they said and it just felt so relaxed and simple and innocent and I loved it.
Then we headed back up the precarious hills, which was infinitely more terrifying. I thought for sure I was going to fall down and die.
Back at the house, we ate dinner and played some board games (and got super competitive) and prank called almost every Pizza Hut in the country and stayed up way later than kids their age should. It rocked.
I went to bed and kept reading Midnight, tbh.

July 13, 2015
Day 11
Hours on the Road: ZERO PRAISE THE LORD. NONE. ZILCH. ZIPPO.
States Traversed: The Kirby's backyard


We stayed at their house all day and it was lovely.We played outside, Skyped the Clarks for about five hours, played more board games, played Capture the Flag, the boys made us Italian Cream Sodas, Mac broke his finger, we played video games... It was sooo nice (other than the broken finger). I love my cousins so much, guys. So so much.
It did make me miss the Clarks a lot a lot a lot. This summer has felt very... un-summer-ish without them. I'm used to spending everyday with Lil and Crey, eating homemade ice cream, swimming, walking all over Grandma's neighborhood. This year has been more... Netflix-filled.
Anyway, we hung out pretty much all day, and then Mom, Dad, Aunt Sarah, and Uncle J went out to dinner. We kids stayed home, ate mac and cheese, played more capture the flag. This was when Mac broke his finger, so after that we just went in and played Star Wars Battlefront II for hours.
I'm terrible at that game.
The adults came home and checked out Mac's hand (we had iced it and gave him ibuprofen and theorized about whether it was broken or just jammed. It was his pinky and it had gone sideways, so we were thinking broken.) Mom and Dad decided to take him to a doctor the next day, and so we all went to bed.

To be continued. Again.








Sunday, August 31, 2014

Erm.

So I have posted in a month and a half.

Oops.

It's not like I'm busy, either. I mean I am now, sort of.

Not really. >_>

So here's what's up.

School started. I turned seventeen. I'm playing Sister Margaretta in The Sound of Music with CYT. I don't like Pre-Calculus. I've watched a LOT of Once Upon a Time in the past month. Doctor Who is back. I love Fahrenheit 451. We went to Colorado Springs. I have a severe caffeine addiction and it's getting worse. I want to go shopping for fall-ish dresses. I like rain. I did the ice bucket challenge. I got a new phone that has a REALLY GOOD camera, which is crazy exciting. I've listened to Problem by Ariana Grande so many times it's ridiculous. That song is my jam.

Here's a bunch of pictures. Enjoy.






Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Snow Day!!!





















Oh, and here's my "Geek Day" outfit, for Holiday Day of Spirit Week. 
I ended up wearing a different shirt, so I didn't have conflicting superheroes. 
The Superman shirt is Mac's. Yes, Mac my nine year old brother.
I made the skirt this weekend, and I'm quite proud of it.