Hello, imaginary Blog People,
I have been looking through lots of books just so I could find something good to review for you guys!!! See how excited I am!!! Do you see how excited I am!!!!! EXCLAMATION POINT!
The first book I am going to review for you guys is Jinx, by Meg Cabot.
Jean "Jinx" Honeychurch is a preacher's daughter from a small town. But when something happens back home, she moves to New York to live with her aunt, uncle, and cousins.
The thing is, "somethings" are always happening to Jinx, ergo the nickname. And it's just the same in NY as back home. In NY, there's a hot boy next door, who happens to be in love with her aunt's au pair, but he's funny and sweet, and being friends is okay too, right?
But her cousin Torrance is kind of weird. It turns out that Tory believes their grandmother's crazy old story about her great-great-grandmother Branwen, who was a powerful witch. Or so Grandma said.
The story says that Branwen's descendant will be another powerful witch.
But who's the witch?
Tory?
Or the unlucky, "cursed" Jinx?
Jinx is a really fun, easy read. It's sweet and satisfying, but not heavy or dull. It's definitely more memorable then your typical romance novel, and it's even a good reread.
Till later,
Rose Read
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Basic Introductions
Hi Blogverse,
my name is Rose Read. I'm a gorgeous bespectacled goddess who loves nothing better then a great book and a pair of yoga pants. I am a fairly seasoned blogger, but this is my first book blog. Rather fittingly, I write this first post in a library.
Books aren't just glue and paper and fabric and thread. They're tiny little universes, galaxies, worlds, cities, towns, streets, houses, people. No wonder an armful weighs so much. The fact is, in this modern age we sometimes forget books. TV, music, movies, radio, are all sometimes more convenient. But nothing can rival the quiet, enveloping contentment of curling up with a book, wherever and whenever. I've read books on planes, in bed, on couches, in fields, in trees, on boats, at school, at work, on buses, in pavilions, in gazebos, in cars. On occasion, I've read while walking.
The fact is, no matter how shiny and flashy and bright other forms of entertainment may be, books are the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end and the middle.
And yes, there is slight irony in my posting about books online, but I think this is less hypocrisy and more creativity.
So let there be books, dear Reader, and let us always be human enough to read them.
Rose Read
my name is Rose Read. I'm a gorgeous bespectacled goddess who loves nothing better then a great book and a pair of yoga pants. I am a fairly seasoned blogger, but this is my first book blog. Rather fittingly, I write this first post in a library.
Books aren't just glue and paper and fabric and thread. They're tiny little universes, galaxies, worlds, cities, towns, streets, houses, people. No wonder an armful weighs so much. The fact is, in this modern age we sometimes forget books. TV, music, movies, radio, are all sometimes more convenient. But nothing can rival the quiet, enveloping contentment of curling up with a book, wherever and whenever. I've read books on planes, in bed, on couches, in fields, in trees, on boats, at school, at work, on buses, in pavilions, in gazebos, in cars. On occasion, I've read while walking.
The fact is, no matter how shiny and flashy and bright other forms of entertainment may be, books are the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end and the middle.
And yes, there is slight irony in my posting about books online, but I think this is less hypocrisy and more creativity.
So let there be books, dear Reader, and let us always be human enough to read them.
Rose Read
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