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You can like what you like

May 20, 2012 |

No one has the right to tell you what you read. What you choose to read is your right and yours alone.

Reading is a process, not an end result. (1)

 

One of the things I love about reading is how much it allows me to connect with other people who also enjoy reading. But more than that, I’ve discovered the more that I read — and not just books, but blog posts, newspapers, magazines, comics — the more I’m able to think about the things I’m reading and the more I’m able to draw connections among different stories and worlds. The more I’m also able to help other people connect to the things that would give them a great reading experience.

I read with a critical eye, even when I’m reading “fluff” material. But never for one second does that mean I think everyone reads with the same level of intensity that I do nor that I can’t separate the critical portion of my brain from the part that wants to enjoy a story. I can find satisfaction in reading a story at the story’s level.

Sometimes — like right now, actually — I find myself reading through books that have made gads of lists for being poorly written, for spreading terrible messages about any number of topics I’m passionate about, for being nothing but bad books. And you know, sometimes the joy is in that exactly: dipping into what is little more than junk.

Sometimes, too, I find myself connecting to a story on a level I never expected to. Earlier in the year, I read a book that tapped into something I’d packed away a long time ago, and I found myself revisiting some pain I thought I’d never think about again. It wasn’t a book about that issue at all. It was a book about something else entirely.

I love to pick up a literary tome periodically, too. But not because I’m trying to balance out the YA reading I do or because I’m trying to make myself smarter or a better person for doing so. I pick them up because I’m interested in the reading experience.

Because I am interested in reading.

I have a huge problem with the notion of a guilty pleasure. If something brings you pleasure, there should be no guilt associated with it. The reason people find themselves talking about guilty pleasures is because someone has taken their right to enjoyment from whatever it is that they like doing. It’s because someone has asserted themselves as an authority, as a person with privilege, and cast judgment upon an activity.

No one has the right to tell you what you should or shouldn’t like.

Regardless of what your education level, your financial status, your job, your haves-and-have-nots in life, what you choose to spend your free time doing is your choice and your choice alone. But more than that, it’s your responsibility to respect that for yourself and respect that for others, too. You should never feel guilty for what you enjoy, and you should never make anyone else feel guilty for what they like, either.

We all go to reading for different reasons, be they for entertainment, for information, for understanding craft and story, for escape from the world, for connection to the world (your own, pop culture, or any other definition of world). Sometimes a book can bring all of these things at once and sometimes, a book does one and does it really well.

Let me say this because I think it’s important and essential and gets missed in many discussions of reading and the power therein: I believe there are people who don’t like reading. And I do not, even for a second, think they’re wrong. I think there might be books perfectly tailored for them, but if someone is not interested in reading, I’m not going to force them to be a reader. That puts me in a position of power and privilege, suggesting to someone that their interests and disinterests are wrong.

They’re not wrong. Their interests aren’t any less valid than mine.

They’re just different.

When someone in a position of huge trust — such as a librarian — suggests that there is a right way and a wrong way to read or that there are right things or wrong things to read, they’re exerting false authority. They’re using their opinion and their belief to belittle and shame someone else. They’re saying that it’s not okay to like what you like.

These people are abusing their power.

But more importantly, it doesn’t matter what your background is. There is never an okay time to shame someone for what they’re reading (or what they’re not reading). There’s never a need to make an argument about whether what someone is reading is good or not or whether it aids in their intellectual development. That doesn’t matter. Reading is an activity sought out because it brings something to someone. That we become obsessed with trying to define what that something is is in and of itself the problem.

This goes to a bigger issue worth touching on: we live in a world where the louder you are and the more you talk, the more perception of power you have. Where the more you produce, the more you’re valued. It’s unfair, but it’s true. We’re a world that focuses heavily on the notion of product and of end result and one that shies away from thinking about or exploring process in and of itself. We want a tangible outcome, a defined start and finish. In being this way, so much of the beauty in the act of doing something is overlooked and devalued. So often we chide ourselves if our process to do something takes a long time or requires more than we expected. Rather than allowing ourselves or others to allow the pleasure in the act of doing, we reward based on the result.

Reading is a process, not an end result.

While we can walk away with something from what we read, what matters to those who are readers is the act in and of itself. There are no better options when it comes to reading. There are only other options. There is no shame in liking what you like and there is no shame in enjoying reading for what it is: an action.

Want to read more about how it’s okay to like what you like? Spend a little time with Liz’s post and Sarah’s post.

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Life & Reading in High School: Kimberly

April 26, 2012 |

Unlike Kelly, who must be an incredibly fortunate person (!), I hated high school. I wasn’t picked on or otherwise treated horrendously by teachers or classmates, but my self-esteem was in the gutter and life was just so, so awkward. I was painfully shy and didn’t know how to grow up in the ways that I saw my peers doing: dating, addressing adults with confidence, and even just simply knowing how to look and act put together. (Your tiny violin is playing for me right now, I’m sure.)

Considering all this, it’s not surprising that fantasy was my go-to genre in high school, and it remains that way now. I wanted to read about anything but what I was experiencing: constant embarrassment, extremely low self-confidence, and just a feeling of not knowing anything useful about life. Above all, I wanted to read about young women who had power or somehow gained power during the story, since I felt so completely powerless in my own life. I read about girls who could do magic, who became warriors or knights, who were smarter or prettier than everyone else and used it to get what they wanted. Even girls who began the story trapped in some way went through some sort
of transformation where they gained both outer and inner power. I still feel that the fantasy genre provides this in spades, and it’s still something I need.

A few friends of mine and I went to the Texas Renaissance Festival at least three years running. This photo may actually be from middle school. We made our own dresses, which got better each year. I must have had a lot of help, because I was not a good seamstress then and I am not one now.

Induction into the French National Honor Society (I’m the one without the whited-out face, in case you were wondering). The girl in the red is still one of my very good friends. I went to her wedding and the curly-haired friend’s wedding a couple years ago (separate weddings…). French was by far my favorite subject in high school – I was reasonably good at it, my friends were in the class with me, and the teacher was wonderful. She would let us eat lunch in her classroom AND nap in there using her huge blankets before school started. She also listened to me gripe about my parents, which endeared her even more to me. After we took the French AP test, she held a dinner at her home, where we built a huge bonfire and threw all of our old French papers (and papers from other classes) onto it to watch them burn. There are so many awesome things about her. She was at my friend in the red shirt’s wedding and I still keep in touch with her on Facebook. She’s one of my good memories.

When I was 16, my French teacher took her classes on a Spring Break trip to Paris. This is me in the airport waiting to board the plane. I think everything in this photo is a sign of the times: the sweater, the zig zag part, and the portable CD player.

We had dinner in the Eiffel Tower. It was pretty terrific.

My friend and I in Paris. This is by far the best photo of me from high school, possibly because you can’t see what I tried to do with my hair. I have very good memories of this particular friend, who is still one of the genuinely nicest people I know. She was the only person I really knew on the trip, and although she quickly made friends with everyone else, something I wasn’t really capable of doing, she always made sure to include me. Another really great memory of her involves a little bit of misbehavior that she encouraged in me. If you know anything about standardized testing in Texas, you know it’s a mess. I was in high school just as they were transitioning to a new test, but this test didn’t actually count for my grade level. Instead, we were the guinea pigs, and our scores wouldn’t go on our records, but they would help the test-makers make a better test (supposedly). She and I decided this was bogus, so we skipped one of the subject tests (science or social studies) and saw X-Men 2 instead with a couple of other people. I should have done things like that more often.
The summer before my senior year, I went on a trip with my dad and my sister out West. We visited Zion and the Grand Canyon, among other places. This is me riding an ATV for the very first time at the Grand Canyon. I was just a year older than the minimum age required to drive the vehicle on my own, so the instructor made me do a couple laps to prove I could handle it. My own memory tells me that he was very impressed with my ability. This was the best part of the trip; it made me feel like a badass, and we came back covered in dirt that didn’t seem to ever go away.

This is me riding a horse in Zion National Park. Also a very fun time. I felt surprisingly comfortable on the horse, even though I hadn’t been one on very much previously. The flatiron was my friend on this day.

Looking back on all this about ten years later, I realize I shouldn’t have been so hard on myself. Going through these old photos has made me understand that I was not nearly as hideous as I thought I was, nor was I as friendless or alone. That doesn’t change the fact that I felt that way, though, and the books I read during that time still resonate. Most of my favorites today came from this period in my life.

Cynthia Voigt’s Kingdom series was a huge influence on my reading life. I actually read the second book, On Fortune’s Wheel, first, and I instantly fell in love. There’s no magic, but there is a young girl in a made-up land who escapes from a life where she feels trapped to explore the world. I loved how atmospheric Voigt’s writing seemed to me at the time, and I especially loved the surprising but deeply satisfying ending. Once I learned that there were others in the series, I quickly read them too. The series is a bit different from most written today in that the books are only loosely connected to each other. Usually, the “sequel” takes place several generations later and previous protagonists are only mentioned briefly. With their (mostly) Vermeer covers, they all seemed intensely romantic to me. I re-read On Fortune’s Wheel every once in a while and still love it. 

As a younger teen, I also ate up all of Donna Jo Napoli’s fairy tale re-tellings. Zel in particular was a favorite, but I also enjoyed Sirena and Spinners. Aside from fantasy, I loved historical fiction, and Ann Rinaldi was my go-to author there. I’ve already bored you to tears with my fixation on Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials, so I won’t do anything other than mention it here. Biting the Sun also bears mentioning as an example of a novel featuring a young woman who has both incredible power but who still felt very powerless – and what she does to fix it.

I will be forever grateful to my red-shirted friend for introducing me to Tamora Pierce. While my friend loved the Song of the Lioness books most, I was more drawn to the Immortals series. That preference is unusual, since I disliked animals and the books are about a girl who can speak to and influence animals. I think I liked them more simply because the girl had brown hair and that just made it easier for me to see myself in her. I also loved the romance, which was a bit spicier than anything I had read previously. I think I read both Immortals and the Kingdom books first in middle school, but I kept coming back to them throughout high school.

That same friend introduced me to Anne Bishop’s Black Jewels series in high school. These books were a revelation when I first read them. They were sexy and violent in a strange kind of way, which very much appealed to me. They seemed so fresh to me at the time, like I hadn’t read anything like it before. The magic system was completely unique and fairly complex, and the characters were so fascinating – equally light and dark, good and bad.

I ate up the mass market fantasy as a teen, something I’ve gotten away from a bit as an adult. Favorites included Anne McCaffrey, George R. R. Martin, J. V. Jones, Juliet Marillier, Jennifer Fallon, Holly Lisle, James Clemens, Sara Douglass, Melanie Rawn, and Elizabeth Haydon. And then there was Marion Zimmer Bradley: everything except Darkover, which I never could get into. I never did read Goodkind, Jordan, Brooks, or Eddings. One of my favorite things to do was to visit the used book store and pick out a full trilogy (or quartet or quintet…) of books and dive in when I got home. The quality was erratic but I found some gems that way.

Reading for English class was always a chore, since the books I really wanted to read usually weren’t in the curriculum. That changed slightly my senior year when the teacher gave us a list of books to choose from. You wouldn’t find any of the above titles on the list, of course, but I read The Handmaid’s Tale and The Color Purple that year, and I loved them both.

Like Kelly, I was always writing as a teen.  I was good at English and spent a few years on Yearbook staff, which actually turned out to be a huge mistake, since it necessitated me talking to people, something I avoided at all costs. I wrote much more just for myself. I wrote what I liked to read and most of it was pretty derivative, but I kept it all and go through it every now and then when I want to torture myself. I never shared it with anyone, a habit I keep. I’m trying to change that, but it’s hard!

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Life & Reading in High School: Kelly

April 25, 2012 |

I may be in the minority, but I liked high school. I went to a huge school — we’re talking my graduating class had over 1,000 kids — and because of that, there were very few cliques or other social issues that other people seem to experience. We were just too damn big!

I had very few problems in high school, though the first semester of my freshman year was very trying. The first week of school, I broke three bones in my ankle and ended up in a cast that required the use of crutches for the first couple of weeks. Imagine a school with as many students as mine had and trying to navigate the hallways on crutches. Not easy! But don’t worry. I didn’t let a broken ankle keep me from attending my first high school homecoming dance. This is a post-dance picture, and I’m posing with Buzz, the fattest cat I ever owned. Yep, my kitchen had carpet.

My best friend for a good chunk of high school was Melissa. She was a foul-mouthed, terrible influence and I loved every second of it. This picture was right before we spent the day at Milwaukee Summerfest and did something kind of mean to a group of obnoxious drunk kids sitting next to us. No I will not tell you what it was we did, but I will tell you we saw Lifehouse and 3 Doors Down (that was my first concert). 

Here’s a confession I’ve never told anyone, though: I once cheated on a quiz (and this was the only time I ever cheated on anything in school). And I have Melissa to thank for it. We took the same class one hour apart, and once in a while, the teacher would spring a pop quiz on us. But rather than grade those quizzes himself, he’d have students grade them. When we figured this out, she wrote down the answers to the quiz and slipped them to me in the hallway. I then copied them the next hour. I didn’t NEED them and didn’t NEED to cheat. We did it simply because we could. Okay, second confession: that same teacher kicked me out of class once for being a snark. Then weeks later when I was teetering on the edge of two different grades, he gave me the higher one because he liked my attitude. It later turned out the year I had him, he was having sex with another student and was charged for it my senior year.

I don’t think I fit into any particular “group” in school. I floated among a lot of different social groups. I was heavily involved in my school’s newspaper, the school band my freshman and sophomore year (first playing flute, then playing tenor sax which was nearly as big as my 5’1 self!), and I played badminton. Yes, badminton.

In Illinois, where I went to school, badminton was an interscholastic sport, not just a backyard activity. Our season lasted for the bulk of the second semester of school. I played both singles and doubles, though I specialized in doubles. My partner Ashleigh and I even took home a medal our junior year for placing second in one of the big matches (that’s the picture in black and white). We made it to semi-finals for state that year, too.

The first and second picture showcase my braces, too. Most of junior high and much of high school for me involved almost non-stop orthodontic trips. I can say with authority that anyone who only had braces got out of their teen years easily. This was the worst physical pain I’ve ever experienced (but let me tell you how grateful I am for it now).

I never worried about fitting into a certain style, though I look back at some of the things I wore or did and wonder what I was thinking.

I used to carry a lunchbox instead of a purse, as you can see in the top photo. The middle photo was from one of my favorite high school activities: going to White Sox baseball games. Melissa’s mom worked for them, and she always hooked us up with fancy pants tickets and free food. The catch was we’d end up sitting in the field parking lot for 4 or 5 hours before game time. The last photo doesn’t even make sense to me. I think it was dress weird day. I think the bikini top over a striped shirt with my mother’s work vest qualified as weird.

My musical tastes ranged from Reel Big Fish to Dave Matthews and Blink 182 my freshman and sophomore years, and then I moved onto Tori Amos, Ani DiFranco, and a slew of male acoustic singers. Being that I lived fairly close to Chicago, when I was a junior and senior, I was able to get out more and go to live shows. I had the chance to see Tori Amos, Howie Day, Ari Hest, Lenny Kravitz, Pink, and, as pictured above, Matt Nathanson — I think I saw him 7 or 8 times in high school. Loved (and still love) his music, but the banter is where it’s at.

Junior year I took my first job, working at a Hallmark store. It was a good experience, though it wasn’t ideal. When I had the chance to apply for a page job at the local library, I took it and interviewed. But, I didn’t get the job. I was bummed about losing out on the opportunity since it would have been great. That was in November. A couple of months later, I got a phone call out of the blue from the library offering me a page job because the person they’d originally hired wasn’t working out. I spent the second half a junior year through August after I graduated working my way from page to tech services. I loved it.

Here’s my mom and I on my graduation day! I was so tired because we’d had practice in the morning and I just wanted it over. Random fact: I didn’t go to prom. I was going to go with my best guy friend, but after we crunched the numbers, we decided we’d instead have his dad take us to a White Sox game and treat us to tons of hot chocolate and baseball with a fireworks show after. I do not regret a thing, despite what all of my co-workers said (all were convinced I would be sad about this down the road, and here I am, almost 10 years later, and I’m still not regretting it).

When it came to the whole life-after-high-school thing, let me tell you how my college selection stress went. I spent the night at a college in Iowa that sounded cool because it didn’t have a traditional schedule (you did one class at a time, instead of 3 or 4 over a semester). That night, I met a lot of fun people and broke a lot of rules. I put in an application when I got home, got accepted, and decided that was good enough. I could have probably gotten into a lot of schools (if I may brag, I was ranked 7th out of over 1,000 kids academically) but really, I was lazy. And I liked my sanity. It ended up being a good school for me socially, even if it didn’t challenge me a whole lot academically.

The other thing I spent a lot of time doing in high school was reading and writing. I worked on the school’s newspaper and wrote not only news and feature stories, but I wrote a lot of book reviews. I also worked for a forum on AOL called I Was a Teenage Writer. I can’t explain how much this community influenced me not only then but continues to influence me now. Many of the people I met through writing there are people I still talk to now. We all grew up with each other, and we continue growing with one another. It’s bizarre and comforting at the same time. Without doubt, it was through IWTW I developed my passion for talking about reading! A bunch of us not only talked on the forum about books, but we kept LiveJournals and wrote about the books we were reading (yessss, I was one of those kids who had a blog back in 2001 and STILL goes back and reads through it and cringes once in a while — the internet never forgets!). Talking books has been in my blood for a long time. Which brings me to the real point of these posts — what I was reading in high school.

I went through a huge Stephen King phase. But of all the King I read, I remember loving Rose Madder and The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon pretty hard. I haven’t read King since high school, but I’ve always harbored the interest in rereading these two titles since they stick out to me so much from that period of my life.

Two of my favorite books in high school were Laura Esquivel’s Like Water for Chocolate and Kamala Markandayas Nectar in a Sieve. I read both on my own for fun, not for a class. I loved the cultural influences of both titles. I think Esquivel’s novel might have been my first real experience with magical realism, a genre I really like.

Jostein Gaarder’s Sophie’s World was the first “big” book I read. It’s a long story that I remember as little more than a long discourse on philosophy and philosophers. I hated every second of reading it (again, one I read of my own free will for fun) but I refused to give it up because it was such an investment.

I was a bit of an Oprah reader! This was before her reading club went crazy. I remember picking up and falling in love with Wally Lamb’s She’s Come Undone and I believe I read this sucker three or four times. Dolores was a trouper throughout all of the crap coming through her life, and I remember really liking her, despite her not always being the most likable of characters.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath was a book I picked up only after devouring plenty of her poetry. And as much as people loved this book, I simply liked it. I much preferred Plath as a poet as opposed to a novelist.  

If I had to pick one favorite from high school, it would be Jane Mendelsohn’s Innocence. I haven’t read it since and I keep forgetting to bring it back from my mom’s house whenever I’m there because I think it’ll still have the power it did. This is a story about a teenage girl in New York City feeling like an outsider in the social world. It’s told through a less conventional narrative style, with broken snippets and snatches of story (rather than more fluid prose). I remember it being pretty dark and I remember this being my first real experience with magical realism. It’s funny now looking back at high school reading and seeing the themes that still resonate with me as an adult.

I mentioned IWTW playing a huge role in my reading in high school, and I remember specifically picking up Sapphire’s Push on a recommendation from more than one person I worked with there. I fell in love with this story: it was heart-wrenching and painful to read. I would make the statement it may have been the first contemporary, dark book I read. Even though it was marketed as an adult novel, it read so much like a teen novel.

Megan McCafferty’s Sloppy Firsts was also one of those reads I had in high school that was marketed for the adult audience, even though it reads like a teen novel. This still remains one of my favorite stories, and I will always see a bit of myself in Jessica Darling. Have you ever read a series where the characters are the exact same age and in very similar spots in life as yourself? That was this series for me. Jessica’s 16 when this book starts, and I read it right after I turned 16. I related to her on so many levels, even through to her finishing college and navigating the working world in Perfect Fifths.

When I started high school, and even when I graduated, the YA market was pretty tiny. But there was this little book by Laurie Halse Anderson called Speak. You bet I read it when it came out and you bet I still remember how powerful it is.

I won’t lie: I was one of those kids who read every single book assigned in high school. I fell in love with the traditional classics and read a ton of them on my own. But rather than list all of those, I thought I’d talk about the one book — the only book — I never finished reading in school.

I read every other Dickens novel I was assigned in high school, but Great Expectations was not worth it for me. I didn’t even bother watching the movie, either. I hated this book and wanted nothing to do with reading it. Fortunately, I did a good job of taking notes in class when we talked about it and despite not reading this, I managed to ace the test.

Even though I was a huge reader in high school, I bet something that’ll surprise people is I was also a mega math geek. More specifically, I was a statistics whiz. When I was going through my yearbooks trying to find a photo to scan for this post, a pile of my stats notes fell out. I scanned one of the pages because now, 10 years since taking those notes, I have absolutely, positively no idea what they mean. And as much as they claim we’ll use this stuff in our real life, I can’t remember the last time I needed to make any of those charts or work out any of those complicated formulas.

At least reading and the passion for books never goes away that easily!

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First quarter reading roundup

March 31, 2012 |

Today’s the last day of the first quarter of 2012, and I always like to check in on my reading at the end of a quarter. I’ve been using GoodReads to record what I’m reading for a few years now, but I’ve been hand writing every book I’ve read since I started high school. I like to think of what and when I read as somehow related to my own growth and development. So far this year, I’ve read over 50 books, which includes a number of manuscripts/to-be-published titles I can’t quite talk about yet.

Here’s a look at the books I’ve read, with a quick comment on each (or links to reviews as applicable). Some of these I haven’t posted the reviews of yet but will closer to pub date. I’ve gone ahead and starred those reads that were particularly stand out to me.

battle royale

* 1. Battle Royale by Koushan Takami (adult): I’ve seen the movie countless times, and I finally read the book. Got through it in one day because I loved it. I refuse to live in a world where Takami’s book is hailed as the “better” version of The Hunger Games because they cover two different things entirely. This is brutal and heartbreaking, and I enjoyed every second of it.

2. Unraveling Isobel by Eileen Cook (ya): A fun thriller/ghost story, but the premise overall was kind of thin. Kimberly reviewed this in depth.

3. The Girls of No Return by Erin Saldin (ya debut): A darkish mean girls tale set in the wilderness. I liked it, and even though it won’t end up being a favorite, I am still thinking about this months later which tells me quite a bit. Longer review here.

* 4.  Catch & Release by Blythe Woolston (ya): Woolston not only nails this story, but she develops such great, unique characters. I liked her first novel a lot, but this one made me a full believer in Woolston. Full review here.

5. May B by Caroline Starr Rose (mg debut): I enjoyed this historical novel-in-verse set on the Kansas prairie. Definitely nice appeal on this one, and I loved the setting. Full review here. 

wanderlove, kirsten hubbard6. Blood Bound by Rachel Vincent (adult): Not my usual fair, but I enjoyed it because of that. It’s the start of an urban fantasy series about secrets and loyalty, trust and betrayal. Dark, gritty, and bloody.

7. Life is But a Dream by Brian James (ya): The schizophrenia storyline brought me in, but ultimately, this one left me kind of disappointed. It felt a little bit preachy, even if that wasn’t the intent. Longer review here.

8. Wanderlove by Kirstin Hubbard (ya): Complicated characters in a fresh setting reeled me in and kept me hooked. Full review here.

* 9. Crazy by Amy Reed (ya): One of the best portrayals of bipolar disorder I’ve ever read.

10. Me & Early & The Dying Girl by Jesse Andrews (ya debut): I’m not usually a fan of cancer stories, but the humor in this one made this stand out. Longer review here.

11. Beginner’s Guide to Living by Lia Hills (ya): Recommended to me by so many people! I enjoyed this lyrical story about grief and living through it. There’s a nice romance in this one. Reminded me a lot of CK Kelly Martin’s I Know It’s Over in terms of voice.

12. Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley (ya): Secret identities are at play in this “one last night” story. I liked it when I read it, but I’m struggling to remember much about it now, months later, other than the writing and relationships in the story were the strengths.

this is not a test, courtney summers, summers,

13. Never Eighteen by Megan Bostic (ya debut): Problematic story about having your last words before you die. Longer review here.

* 14. This is Not a Test by Courtney Summers (ya): This zombie novel is much less about the zombie apocalypse and much more about what it means to live when you really have nothing to live for. Months later, I’m still thinking about this one. Summers’s best yet.

15. Jersey Angel by Beth Ann Bauman (ya): A book about sex and nothing else. No characters, no real story.

16. The Disenchantments by Nina LaCour (ya): Road trip novel about life after high school. I wasn’t completely enthralled, but it wasn’t entirely disappointing. Review here.

17. The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily Danforth (ya debut): A lesbian coming-of-age story. Good but not mind-blowing for me. Longer review.

18. The Knife and the Butterfly by Ashley Hope Perez (ya): Not up my alley, but fills a much-needed niche in the ya world. Longer review.

drowning instinct, ilsa j bick* 19. Amelia Anne is Dead and Gone by Kat Rosenfield (ya debut): Despite being a realistic mystery, this one reminded me a LOT of Imaginary Girls and I mean that in a great way. Beautifully written with a compelling storyline and characters.

20. Thou Shalt Not Road Trip by Antony John (ya): Another road trip book, but this one features a great brother relationship.

21. MWF Seeking BFF by Rachel Bertsche (adult nf): An okay memoir about what friendship means when you’re an adult. Longer view here.    

* 22. Drowning Instinct by Ilsa J Bick (ya): Jenna’s got one of the best and most memorable voices I’ve read in ya. This book is challenging in the best way. Full review here.

23. Waiting by Carol Lynch Williams (ya): Underdeveloped storyline and weak characters led to a disappointing read. The verse didn’t work.

24. The Pigman by Paul Zindel (ya): Rereading this one still left me loving it.

25. The Year of the Beasts by Cecil Castellucci (ya): I like Castellucci’s writing style, but this graphic novel hybrid didn’t work for me. The story wasn’t strong enough.

springsweet, saundra mitchell26. Darling Meat Angel by Kate Robinson (adult poetry): Kate’s one of my friends from college, and I adored her first book of poetry. It’s raw and gritty.

27. Purity by Jackson Pearce (ya): Interesting premise but weakly executed with a wealth of mixed messages about sex, religion, and, maybe most problematic, female-male dynamics.

28. The Springsweet by Saundra Mitchell (ya): Second book in the series worked well. Lush language, great setting, and an aching character.

* 29. Pieces of Us by Margie Gelbwasser (ya): Complicated story about people who just aren’t nice. Loved how challenging it was. Full review here.

30. Black Boy, White School by Brian Walker (ya debut): Weak writing, interesting story, with definite appeal to more reluctant boy readers. Longer review.

31. The Complete Lockpick Pornography by Joey Comeau (adult): Comeau treads a fine line with humor, violence, and honesty. Two stories that explore identity and social norms.

32. One Lonely Degree by CK Kelly Martin (ya): Read this in one sitting. I have no reason to believe Martin will ever steer me wrong in her writing. I related a LOT to Finn and her insecurities and self-doubt.

something like normal, trish doller, doller, trish33. Girlchild by Tupelo Hassman (adult): Rory’s story wasn’t easy to read and I never found myself connecting to it because it was written in fragments, flashbacks, documents, and other elements.

34. Kiss the Morning Star by Elissa Janine Hoole (ya debut): Road trip story about two girls learning to love each other and themselves. Longer review.

35. Wanted by Heidi Ayarbe (ya): Bonnie and Clyde meets Robin Hood. A modern western novel that had some great parts and some not-so-great parts.

* 36. Something Like Normal by Trish Doller (ya debut):  When a marine returns and he’s not a hero but rather a fully flawed (and interesting) character. Loved this book and cried some ugly, ugly tears.

37. Perfect Escape by Jennifer Brown (ya): Yet another road trip book, and this one looks at what it means to be brother and sister. Good, but not my favorite.

38. Unbreak My Heart by Melissa Walker (ya): A sweet and light romance story that has definite appeal for the Dessen crowd. It fit my mood perfectly when I read it.

39. Survive by Alex Morel (ya debut): A girl wants to die and finds the chance to, but then when her plan backfires and she’s a survivor, does she want to? Kind of like Hatchett but ultimately, not as good as it could have been.

yesterday, ck kelly martin, martin

* 40. Yesterday by CK Kelly Martin (ya): A scifi adventure story with time travel, a dystopian future, and maybe even a tiny bit of romance. This was a crazy read but I loved every second of it (and I’m particularly pleased my review is 2063 words long since that’s when the future happens).

41. Zoe Letting Go by Nora Price (ya debut): This one reminded me a lot of The Girls of No Return meets Wintergirls and will definitely appeal to both. A contemporary delving into dark issues, though it’s not perfect.

* 42. Nothing Special by Geoff Herbach (ya): The follow up to Stupid Fast made me so, so happy. Felton is so great, even if he himself never feels that way. Voice! Voice! Voice!

43. Happy Families by Tanita S. Davis (ya): A story of twins dealing with their father’s coming out as a transexual. Great concept, but I didn’t find the story or characters strong enough.

all these lives, sarah wylie

44. All These Lives by Sarah Wylie (ya debut): Another cancer book and another book about twins, but this one is not about the twin dealing with the disease, but the one who is not. This was a really unexpected surprise in a good way and the writing was great.

45. Breaking Beautiful by Jennifer Shaw Wolf (ya debut): Mystery about why the main character’s abusive boyfriend died in a car wreck and she didn’t. Disappointing mystery with an uninteresting lead character.

46. Are You My Mother by Alison Bechdel (adult gn): Much less about Bechdel’s mother and much more about herself. Art and life, with a lot of psychoanalysis going on. Not an easy read.

47. Various Positions by Martha Schabas (ya debut): What seemed like a story about competitive dance turned into a weird story about sex that was never believable and really uncomfortable. Longer review.

48. 172 Hours on the Moon by Johan Harstad (ya): Technically, I’m not finished with this as I write this post, but I think I’ll be done soon enough to call it a first quarter read. Scifi adventure with a tinge of horror.

I’ve had two books I didn’t finish, which were Welcome Caller, This is Chloe by Shelley Corielle (ya debut) and Railsea (ya) by China Mieville.

I’ve read 14 debut novels, too, which is great progress toward my goal of reading 32. I don’t think I’ll have a problem at this rate. I’ve also been keeping my database of contemporary reads up-to-date as I finish each title.

Phew! It’s hard to visualize WHAT you’re reading looks like when you’re doing it, but now looking at this list, maybe I’ve done more reading than I thought I have.

Now I ask (if you made it this far): what have been your favorite reads so far this year? Doesn’t matter whether or not they’ve been published in 2012, as long as you’ve read it in the last three months.

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What I’m Reading Now

March 24, 2011 |

Hunger Games Trilogy, Books 1-3 on audio
My job is awesome enough that I can usually listen to audiobooks while I work (provided I only put an earbud in one ear), and I tend to prefer listening to books I’ve already read so I don’t have to give the audio my full attention. I bought all three of the Hunger Games audios for my library, and they circulate amazingly well, so I’m surprised I was able to get my hands on all three in quick succession. The story is terrific, as I already knew, but I had major problems with the narrator. She sounds too old to be Katniss and her inflection of certain passages sounded off to me – not how I heard Katniss in my mind when I read the books. As a result, Katniss came across as WAY more annoying this go-round than when I read the books the first time. I mean, I know she’s going through a lot of bad shiz, but MUST she be so emo? That said, the narrator’s voicing of other characters, particularly the male characters, was more convincing. It helps that she has a rather deep voice for a female.
Graceling by Kristin Cashore, on audio
Oh Full Cast Audio, how I love you. I’m only a few tracks in on the very first CD, but this audio is already miles ahead of the Hunger Games audios. Katsa’s voice sounds like her, and Po’s voice is more than a little dreamy. I look forward to seeing how this book fares on re-read (or rather, re-listen). There were elements I loved so much, in particular the relationship between Katsa and Po, and other elements I thought dragged. Hopefully I won’t find Katsa as annoying as I found Katniss on audio. So far, so good.
The Hidden Reality by Brian Greene
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned my fascination with alternate/parallel universes before. I’m a little (a lot) obsessed with them. It goes back mostly to my intense and unending love of Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials Trilogy, aka The Best Books Ever Written, but it’s also reflected in my love for Stargate SG-1 and the Narnia books and my fascination with the idea of time travel . And here is Brian Greene, writing about the possibility of parallel universes in sciencespeak that I can understand. Awesome.
The Iron Thorn by Caitlin Kittredge
I’ve heard a lot of great things about this book, but I’m still not entirely sure what it’s about. From what I can gather, it’s set in a steampunk world where a necrovirus drives almost everyone in the city of Lovecraft mad. Our protagonist, Aiofe, is a ward of the state since all of her family members went mad at age 16. The worldbuilding is supposed to be excellent, and at over 500 pages, it had better be. I’m also promised complex characters and a surprising plot. I can’t wait to dig into this one. (Although I have to admit, the blurb isn’t encouraging, and neither is the fact that the cover girl looks like she’s about to have an accidental Mardi Gras moment.)

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