It’s 2022 and the human race hasn’t destroyed itself yet. Let’s take a moment to celebrate.
Tag: Writing
I read this book because it was recommended on my favorite podcast, Darknet Diaries!
My very first PKD. A rite of passage, perhaps? That was really… weird, but interesting.
This book really messed with my head.
George Orwell manages to articulate why people using political buzzword salad is so annoying in one essay.
My friend told me to read this seven years ago. I should have listened.
If you stick to one genre, reading can get boring. Why? Because the book world is not immune to trend-hopping. Publishers want to sell books, so they publish what sells, leading to a myriad of interesting– but sometimes repetitive– trends.
I’m currently in a blogging slump AND a reading slump. We’ve all been there, I’m sure (or at least, I really hope), so today I decided to compile a list of 30 blog post ideas for when you’re in a writing slump.
Short stories are CRIMINALLY underrated. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever written about short stories on this blog. I do read them sometimes, but definitely not as often as I read full-length novels. But I don’t think they get enough appreciation.
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.
This book has some of the most long-winded and sesquipedalian (I wanted to use that word so badly) prose I’ve ever read, but I somehow managed to finish it in one afternoon, glued to my Kindle the entire time.
Well, it’s official. And Then There Were None is no longer my favorite Agatha Christie book.
With its unique premise and slower pacing, I think it’s fair to call The Cousins Karen M. McManus’s most controversial mystery. And yet, it is the book that reserved McManus’s spot on my list of favorite authors.
I haven’t really been feeling the holiday atmosphere this year. Possibly because of quarantine, possibly because of how busy I’ve been, possibly because of a combination of factors I haven’t even considered. But the fact remains that it’s over halfway through December, Christmas is in 6 days, and 2020 is, at long last, nearly over.
I’ve been obsessed with YA mystery/thrillers for a while… there’s something about the easy-to-read yet suspenseful writing style, plentiful plot twists, and shock endings. They’re just so readable, and I can’t just enough!
Do you ever get that feeling, while reading a book, where you’re completely absorbed in the story and you just can’t put it down? It’s almost like eating delicious food, or being wrapped in a warm blanket. You don’t want it to end, because you’re just in the MOOD for reading.
I am ashamed of myself.
First because I failed to read this book sooner, and second because I’ve been complaining about quarantine nonstop without truly realizing that my life is NOT that bad.
Is this a discussion post?
I was recently thinking about how I want to expand the kinds of books I read, and that gave me this idea.
Last week I posted Part 1 of Reacting to my Old Writing, in which I read the first half of my middle school magnum opus. Go check it out before you read this post.
Frappes and Fiction 