Friday, 8 June 2012

Making Pictures Where The Lines Overlap

Date Written: June 8th, 2012
Date Posted: June 8th, 2012
Currently Listening To: A bunch of Paramore songs… a list of 28, actually.

First things first –
I may sound just the slightest bit loopy today. That tends to be what happens as a result of getting only an hour of sleep… and that mere hour of sleep may be the result of my starting finishing of an essay that’s worth fifteen percent of my English grade… an essay I’ve had an entire semester to write.


Anyways, odd random outburst (expect a couple more of those in this post) and major lack of sleep aside, this week’s been interesting.

So, to start off
Last week, I was saying how I wanted to do a post on something, but I had to finish something else to do that. Well, I’m going to do thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat NOW:


I mentioned two weeks ago that I borrowed a book from the library. As I’m sure you can infer, I borrowed A Drowned Maiden’s Hair by Laura Amy Schlitz. I borrowed that book on a Thursday. Then, sometime between that day and Saturday after, I decided that I would try to make a habit of going to the library once a week – every Thursday, in fact. I would read a book in the span of a week, then return it and get another one.

But I didn’t go last Thursday, because I didn’t finish the book. It’s not like the book was super long. It’s not as though I couldn’t make time for it. It wasn’t as though I didn’t like it (trust me when I say it’s not that one. I recommended it to my English teacher).
It’s because I didn’t want it to end.

Now, I don’t know how many of you have read A Drowned Maiden’s Hair, but the basic rundown can be found here.
I adored Maud. She was clever for her age. She was sweet. She tried so hard to be everything Hyacinth wanted. But at the same time, she was eleven and still somewhat naïve. Her biggest trait, however, was this:

She desperately wanted to be loved. And it’s understandable why, too. That’s why she tried to be an “angel child” for Hyacinth.
But Maud Flynn was no angel child. She made judgements. She picked favourites. She indulged in the luxuries she was offered. She was vain. She had silly notions about adults. She disobeyed her orders for some freedom.

Yet the entire way, I was rooting for her.

She made mistakes, and she learned from them. She developed a sense of right and wrong throughout the book. She loved Hyacinth relentlessly, yet even she knew there was something that wasn’t quite right with her schemes.
Of course, Maud’s not the only one I adored. I could never quite figure out how I felt about Hyacinth, who was enchanting and terrible at the same time. I thought highly of Judith, who was so serious and knew what she was doing wrong, but understood why they did it. I adored Victoria, who tried to do the right thing and cared for Maud more than Hyacinth ever could.

And I loved Muffet, the deaf and mute hired girl for the Hawthorne sisters. Anything and everything that had to do with her had me almost jump with glee.
I have so much more I can say about the book, but if I do, then this post will never end and I won’t get to the point. (I wouldn’t mind, except I kind of need a nap after I finish this.)

Anyways, as you can tell, I simply could not get enough of that book. And while I knew Maud’s story could not go on forever, I didn’t want it to end. (And, while I thought the ending was good, it’s not the ending I wanted.)
And… is it really sad that I typed out all of this to realize that I completely forgot the point I was trying to make because I was so wrapped up in how much I adored this book?

Moving on, I guess
So, I returned A Drowned Maiden’s Hair to the library on Monday. That day I ran to the library, because I the book I had put on hold had come in. Which book was that?

A certain Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi.
I’ve heard so many glowing reviews about this book, and I totally understand why it got them. I’m not a super fast reader, but by the next day I was a hundred and fifty pages in, and there were several times when I was reading and practically stopped breathing. (And Kenji – I love Kenji. Even though I kept thinking, “That boy is just asking to get shot.”)

I only have a hundred pages left, but I actually had to put it away on Wednesday and Thursday to work on the essay mentioned above. I knew if I didn’t, I’d lose fifteen percent of my grade.
Anyways, on Tuesday Tahereh Mafi revealed the new cover for the book.


(The original cover is on the left. On the right is new cover.)

Everyone seems to adore the new cover… but I’m not as excited about it. I’m not saying it’s bad – in fact, I really like it. I just prefer the original cover. Maybe it’s because I haven’t finished reading the book? More likely it’s because I’m used to the original... And because I like the font on the other

(However, I really like the bird that’s in the eye, since the bird is such a recurring thing.)
And lastly, I think

I have my Mock Trial for Law class on Tuesday, and today we just got “a break in the case,” I guess you could call it. I’m a defence lawyer, and my “witness” recorded one of the “prosecutors” admitting that they would lie during the trial. And then one of the prosecution’s witnesses came forward and admitted that he believed my witness (also the accused) was innocent.
So, Tuesday’s going to be interesting. Just thought I’d share.

So… voila!
Hopefully that wasn’t too painful to get through… even though it’s longer than my introduction post I wrote back when I first got a blog.

Anyways, how was everyone else’s week? Any weekend plans?

-          May :)

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