Please don't count how many old "reviews" of mine say "review later", "more later", or variations thereupon. ... Actually, just ignore my blog until further notice.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Fetch. Deuce. Schnikees. Flip. Flip. Freaking. Flip.
My only real problem with this book is that I probably can't write one of my own stories after reading it. I found too many similarities, and if I ever did manage to finish the story and try to get published, (ha!) there would be no way for me to prove that I didn't just copy. *frowns* But that's another matter.
I'm already overwhelmed with jealousy towards Bethany Huang--ten years old and a published author, while fifteen-year-old me can hardly get past chapter three...
Note: I don't think I'm giving anything important away, but tread carefully just in case.
I need this to come out. I miss Abby and Dante and Zo and Valerie and Natalie and Leo and Jason and... and everybody.
I swear, East of the Sun and West of the Moon contains my childhood in it.
I know I've pretty much said I don't like this series... and I don't. I just feel obligated to follow through with it, so I'll probably end up reading Mockingjay, regardless of what my opinion on the other two books may be. I'm not going to be waiting in line for sixteen hours to get the first copy, but I'm sure I'll get around to reading it eventually.
I'm tired at the moment, so please forgive anything that doesn't make sense. I'll come back and edit later.
I think Wintergirls deserves a new review. After what I've learned this year, it just isn't fair to keep the review the way it was when I first wrote it. I'll leave some material from the original review, though.
I had to skim a lot of this because we read it in a very short period of time. Add in the fact that I'm a procrastinator, and... yeah.
I'd be completely happy in the forest all by myself. Therefore, this book was automatically awesome. XD
This book is one of the best things I remember about my early childhood. I absolutely adore it. The illustrations are amazing, and the stories are as well. Mothers: Buy this for your children. Now. No, seriously, why are you still reading this?
At the risk of sounding redundant, I'd just like to say that Brandon Mull is my hero.