Showing posts with label laurie halse anderson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laurie halse anderson. Show all posts

Thursday, April 30, 2015

All The Rage

5 out of 5 stars
     
     I haven't written a full book review in a while. Just too much going on. Too many books to read that I could be reading that I'd have to stop reading if I'm writing a review. Then again somethings must be talked about, must be discussed, must to spoken of. Some talents are too much of a glimmer on the surface of this world not to talk about, some works of art need to be pointed at and given yells  of "You need to read this... NOW!" Such a talent is Courtney Summers, such a piece of art is All The Rage.
     Below is a cut and paste from a entry a few days ago when I started reading this book:
     I don’t really read much realistic fiction. I like to escape, I need to escape, but there are some writers I am right there ready to take part in their creations when they appear such as Laurie  Halse Anderson, Nova Ren Suma, and Courtney Summers to name a few. The reason these writers stand out in my mind? Others are squeak hammers; these three are those climbing ones that would go straight through your skull. I’m thinking about this as I’m reading All The Rage by Courtney Summers sitting in the library after work. If I’m going to read realistic fiction I don’t need no after school special rated for the age group and time slot, which is usually before school even lets out. I want; I need to feel scratchy, played, twisted, punched in the face to pay attention, called to think, and questioned about myself and the world, by myself and the world. I love writers, artists who have no interest in me being comfortable, except when they are playing with my little bitty brain holder. Love when a book can make you have to put it down for a bit so you can think, because dammit you really need to think on this. Art that crawls under your skin and you see the pages as an elastic gift which flips between the eyes we need and this is where powerful art lives. So I’m going to sit here and read more. Sometimes I look up and wonder why the world around me isn’t noticing what’s going on? Can’t they see? Don’t they feel what’s going on here?
     I finished this book after many moments during reading it when I was left shaking. Shaking because of things I remember what a story a friend told. Shaking because I've read story after story about the reality, the cold hard truth of what kind of world we live in. Courtney Summers can do that to you with her writing. She can shake your life.
     There's a scene in Some Girls Are that had me stop reading it for a week because it hit me so hard.
     You should go read that too. My review is here.
     All The Rage is a book that keeps your mind from focusing. I don't know if I can explain it. From the formatting of the chapters, to the places where different type setting is used, different ways of approaching the story, it stirs you away from getting your feet planted. What Courtney Summers does in tackling the subject of rape culture is never for a moment do you forget this is about a person; which is what news agency's do time after time when covering stories. The writer of this story isn't playing to dramatic points and this isn't done I think to keep you from guessing whats coming but to show you the reality of the pain, the reality of the reality.
     Most writers would tackle this like a gun shot wound on a kids show, no blood, no gasping for life. Courtney Summer goes at it like a finger poked deep into the wound. There's pain here, there is falling, there's standing, there's cruelty, and there's numbness that's is honorable. There's a numbness that is there that no can understand from out of it.
     All The Rage is also about the armors we wear to give a little fuck you to the world when it wants you to be strong in demanding fashion. Being strong is a personal choice. Being weak is a personal choice. The way of dealing is a personal choice that belongs to that person. Not yours, theirs. I love Courtney Summers characters because she isn't crafting you a birthday card friend and Romy Grey isn't one. She's a person. The writer says here is a person, deal.
    Ok, I suck at reviews. I just write and ramble but this is a great book. Go and buy it. Check it out at the library. Give it to friends, talk about it with friends.
     After reading the last words of this story and thinking two things came to mind- If you want to be a ally don't get angry when someone points out your mistakes like when you might need to back off. and two- This persons pain, its theirs to own in whatever way they want to own it.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

These Books They

I don’t really read much realistic fiction. I like to escape, I need to escape, but there are some writers I am right there ready to take part in their creations when they appear such as Laurie  Halse Anderson, Nova Ren Suma, and Courtney Summers to name a few. The reason these writers stand out in my mind? Others are squeak hammers; these three are those climbing ones that would go straight through your skull. I’m thinking about this as I’m reading All The Rage by Courtney Summers sitting in the library after work. If I’m going to read realistic fiction I don’t need no after school special rated for the age group and time slot, which is usually before school even lets out. I want; I need to feel scratchy, played, twisted, punched in the face to pay attention, called to think, and questioned about myself and the world, by myself and the world. I love writers, artists who have no interest in me being comfortable, except when they are playing with my little bitty brain holder. Love when a book can make you have to put it down for a bit so you can think, because dammit you really need to think on this. Art that crawls under your skin and you see the pages as an elastic gift which flips between the eyes we need and this is where powerful art lives. So I’m going to sit here and read more. Sometimes I look up and wonder why the world around me isn’t noticing what’s going on? Can’t they see? Don’t they feel what’s going on here?
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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Talking with Mar and there was Trudy Beekman, John Green, And Skeletor


     Like a pregnant woman with cravings and insulting compassion I'm making, I sometimes, though depression, get cravings also and those can led strange roads of conversation.
Me: Tacos... Mashed Potatoes With Gravy... Cheese Burgers... distracted by random thoughts of fooooood.
Mar: stfu
Mar: I want all of those things
Me: I want them more than you do
Mar: not possible
Mar: you know how I feel about mashed potatoes
Me: If you cared. If you really cared you'd call them by their proper name- smashed potatoes
Mar: meh meh meh "I'm Trudy Beekman and I'm on the co-op board and I'm going on a blimp." MEEEEE HHHH!
Me: Trudy, you needs to chill. Calm down. Find you a shady place out of the sun {in joke}
Me: You are a miniature of Mallory Archer and Skeletor. All three with whinny voices.
Mar: John Green is going to be at Leakeycon
Me: changing gears?
Mar: and Laurie Halse Anderson
Me:*faints*
Me: I wonder if he would sign my tit?
Mar:And Amber Benson
Me: I have two tits!!!
Me: We could take Garfield and get all the tits signed by all the writers!
Mar: You are weird
Mar: just odd
Me: Wonder if Hank will be there?
Me: Then I could get a corndog signed!!
Mar: Anywaaaaays, John Green!!!

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     Someone is zombifying athletes at Clear Cut High School in Utah. Lucky the school has its own young superhero in the person of Mildred Betbeze to try and figure out what's going on. Pep rallies, cheerleaders, new kids in the neighborhood are just some of things our hero and her sidekick slash best friend Aisha have to deal with in the first book in Tin Universe's new middle grade series.

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

To The Beach With Wintergirls And Someone Named Alaska



"Dad, please don't go to the beach. The beach isn't our thing. It's one big litter box. Who plays in a litter box?  Well, besides Salem. We- you and me are couch people. Sitting and watching Doctor Who is our thing. Plus I never have anyone to sit on when you go places."

This is the man Mar goes out into public with.

On the way to the beach we stopped off at the library and I let Mar pick out two books for me to start at the beach.

Beautiful view from Barrier Island Center. If you have never been there you need to go. It's a great place to enter the beach from. Visit there for a picnic on their balcony.

They've added some whale skulls. Fucking whale skulls people.

Mar went directly to the water while I read the first few pages from each of the books to choose which one I wanted to fully dive into.

The winner was Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson.

A little bird came by to remind me I still have a deadline this weekend.

The beach won and Mar fell into her chair after a lot of play.

While I was fully into my book.

We left the beach and went home to clean the apartment and ourselves because one of Mar's friends was coming over to watch Hunger Games over pizza.
I'd pay for the pizza all through the night.

All photos copyright (c)Brian C. Williams/System*Productions











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