Book Reviews & Other Miscellaneous Ramblings
I’ve been sitting on this post for a while, as there is a lot I’d like to say about this topic and I wanted to make sure I expressed my thoughts as well as possible! Representation in literature is an important and very complex topic, and I know my opinion on the matter isn’t going to be the same as everyone else’s.
This might be sacrilegious for me to say as a book blogger, but we all know book reviews are something of a squishy, subjective business.
(No books were harmed in the writing of this post)
The following quotes have been taken from popular YA books published in the last fifteen years:
In the relatively brief time I’ve been a part of the book hemisphere of the Internet, I’ve noticed a trend gaining traction among book reviewers: trigger warnings.
Last December, I felt completely alone. In the U.S., cases were skyrocketing and I hadn’t left my house for weeks, even to go outside. I’d stopped going to my extracurriculars a while ago as the pandemic ramped up, and school was still online. Though it was my favorite month of the year, even Christmas music couldn’t cheer me up.
If you told me this time last year that ebooks would soon comprise 90% of my reading, I probably would have grabbed the nearest paperback, hugged it protectively, and told you you were gravely mistaken
How could I let this happen? It’s twenty minutes before the time my weekly blog post is supposed to go up, and I’m sitting on the couch, staring at the devastatingly empty draft post on my laptop screen. My cursor blinks pitifully against the unforgiving expanse of blank space, until I close out of the tab with a plaintive sigh.
It’s okay to be a picky reader. Not all books are created equal, and everyone has a different idea of what constitutes a 5-star read. Though I don’t hand out 5-star book reviews very often, there are certain characteristics that will almost certainly boost my rating of a book. Back in July, I published a
A few years ago, I wasn’t allowed on any form of social media, and the allure of something forbidden to me yet used by many of my peers caused me to spend almost all of middle school begging my mom to let me on Instagram. She finally relented when I turned 14.
Frappes and Fiction 