Beautiful Creatures

I just finished reading Beautiful Creatures–as in just now, this very minute.  And all I can think is something along the lines of ‘pfffff’.  ‘Pffff’, in case you were wondering, is the sound of me pushing my eyebrows together, frowning, and blowing air through my grimacing mouth.  I really, really liked this book.  It had everything I’m looking for in a book–characters who are at once believable and utterly unrealistic, a great setting that simply HAD TO be, love, magic, mystery–it is a great book.  But then ending…pfffff.  I just don’t know.  I just…don’t know.

I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone interested in reading it–and I will buy a copy for my classroom before the end of the break (this was the first book I read entirely on my Kindle, which is difficult as I have so many previews on there–but that’s a topic for another post.)  But a basic summary is…ahem…boy dreams of girl, boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl (or was he in love with her all along?), boy finds out there’s something very…different…about girl.  Chaos ensues.

If you are a fan of history–and even if you are not–you will appreciate the flashbacks that tie past and present together in an interesting way.  If you are a fan of romance, you will not be disappointed, but if you’re NOT a fan of romance, you won’t be grossed out, either.  At no point do anyone’s eyes smolder, like they do in some other books…cough….Twilight…cough.

Read this.  It is worth it.  Even with the ‘pffff’ factor.


The Wild Girls

The Wild Girls

This is one of the best YA books I’ve read in a while–and it didn’t even have any magical creatures or impossible romance.  A simple story of growing up in the early 1970’s, Wild Girls tells the story of ‘Fox’ and “Newt’–names they’ve made up for themselves–two girls who find a shared love and shared strength in story telling.  They eventually are able to come to terms with their lives and all of the crazy things going on around then through their writing.  This is an excellent story that highlights the somewhat magical power of writing to help one cope with the reality of day to day life.  I cried several times while reading this, not because it was sad, but because it was beautiful.

TIP–Do NOT type the title of this book into a google search of any kind–ESPECIALLY not an image search–without adding the author’s name (Pat Murphy)!!!! TRUST ME!!!!