There’s been this voting thing going on called the YA Tournament of Heroines these past few weeks, and I’ve voted for some people. Certain votes were easier, others harder, and then one or two seemed completely impossible. Now we’ve reached the end of the tournament, and everything is between voting for two characters from two book series that take place in the same wonderful word of Shadowhunters. The problem? How to choose which girl.
Tessa, like myself, is a bookworm and quiet, and she definitely seems to follow the rules. She is always trying to shield those around her from being hurt, from her brother years before to the two parabatai, Will and Jem, “now”. (I say now in quotes, because this series takes place in 1878.)
Clary, on the other hand, also tries to protect those she loves, but ends up being a bit more rash about it. She loves to draw, like myself, though, and I relate to her as well. Plus, I’ve known her longer, there are more books about her, and her story has taken me farther along thus-far.
Knowing her for longer, and knowing that in her situation I probably wouldn’t have been too controlled either, and seeing her acts of such great heroism, I think are the reasons I’ve decided to vote for her. If she wins, I’ll be very happy, but either way the poll tips, I think it will be okay.
Goodluck to both girls, right? ^.^
Oh, and hey, if anybody knows what in the world I’m talking about, you should go vote too!
I hate finishing a book, or even finishing rereading a book. As I near the end I’m so excited, only fifty pages to go, forty, thirty, twenty, ten.. and at about ten or less I start to realize that once it’s over I won’t be able to read more. Sure, I can reread it, but rereading it JUST as I finish it makes it even worse because I already know what happens and it’s fresh in my mind; odds are I started reading or rereading it that same day or the night before. Now that I’ve finished this book, which normally happens when it’s the last book in a series I’ve really gotten into, I don’t know what to do with myself.
Everything seems sorta hollow because those characters had grown in my mind… and now they’re just gone. No book I could possibly read right then could compare to this magnificent art piece I just finished, no matter how great it seemed before when I’d read it a few months ago, I just finished this book, there is no way that it could compare at all. The characters wouldn’t live up to the expectations, the style of the author would be completely messed up, and the fictional world, oh the world, would be flat compared to what I’ve just read.
It’s like everything has just simply ended and I can’t start anything new, the old is still too fresh and too there. But it’s still gone, no matter how ”there” it is, it’s still gone from my grasp. And then that ending that just happened, I’m so mad at it because it doesn’t matter how great it was, it was the end and will forever be hated by me whole-heartedly. Why can’t books just endlessly go on? Continuing until the characters lives have expired, it would make letting go easier, I think. Cry about it and get over those fictional characters that have grown on me, like I get over it when a character dies during the middle of a book. I’m upset for a while, yelling at the author because that character, no matter who it was or if it was true, happened to be my favorite and so I could never get over the fact that he or she is now dead. How could it happen?!
Then, of course, only a few pages or chapters later, depending on the character and how interested I am in the book, the death of the beloved character doesn’t seem as bad. They had to die at that moment, I’m okay with that. The book ending however, is not okay. My mind can’t make up the rest of their lives! My ideas for it wouldn’t be right, this is the author’s world, therefore only the author can finish it for me. Oh, and it must be finished lest I become insane.
This happens nearly every week, and if these authors would just devote their lives to finishing the lives of these characters, (because that’s what should happen; they would make enough money off of it) I wouldn’t go into some bizarre depression-like state so often. Maybe I’d even talk more, and not have crazy dreams about the books repeatedly until I find a new book, and have let go of this book enough, moving on.. until it happens all over again with something else.
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Does anybody else forget that they have a blog or a webpage on some website like tumblr, facebook, youtube, etc? Because I do… All the time.
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Just because you’re fat doesn’t mean you don’t exercise and eat junk food 24/7. Being skinny isn’t being anorexic. Asian eyes aren’t all slanty, and being black doesn’t mean you’re in a gang. Cutting yourself doesn’t make you emo, getting A’s doesn’t mean you’re a nerd. Wearing black doesn’t make you goth, and being gay doesn’t mean you’ll give someone aids. Reblog this if you want to end the negativity that comes with stereotypes. —
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