3.20.2013

Wordless Wednesday: Thwarted!

This post brought to you by two feelings yesterday:

1) Serenity

The Sister tells me Loki promptly destroyed the flower after this pic was taken.
2) Frustration!

Guess this is what happens when you don't drop an album for 7 years...

And who says people don't buy CDs anymore? -__-

We apologize in advance for the simple posts this week. We've got a big wedding this weekend, and as such it's been busy busy. I have much to prepare and way too little time. (Where is that steam iron, and where the heck are my lightsabers?)

Happy Wednesday!

Q4U: Did you manage to get JT's The 20/20 Experience yesterday? Do you plan to? And/or have you listened to it yet? It's been streaming in its entirety on iTunes. (In other news, at least I'll be seeing him in concert this summer, woohoo!)

3.15.2013

Book Signing & Loki

Can you believe we're halfway through March already? I've been counting down to the latter part of March for a while because that's when one of my besties is getting married, and it felt like so far away. Now, it's next week and I'm ridic excited! Also, a little bit nervous/stressed but that could be my work-pressures talking.

Anyway, here's a picture update!

1) Last weekend, I made my way down to the South Bay for THE NIGHTMARE AFFAIR book signing with Mindee Arnett. This was pretty exciting because I've often squeed with Mindee on twitter about The Raven Boys, Laini Taylor's gorgeous writing, Supernatural's Dean Winchester, and even Walter Farley's The Black Stallion series.



Basically, it was super cool to meet Mindee in Real Life, and I'm super excited to read her book.

2) We took Loki for another hike. He loves the car ride and the water and basically everything, haha.



3) We also gave him a bath, which didn't stop him from rolling around after.



Happy weekend!


P.S. If you missed it, definitely check out Alz's interesting analysis of first lines in YA dystopians/post-apocalyptic books and how it relates to their themes.

3.13.2013

On Dystopians and First Lines

The fire of literary analysis!
So I was thinking today about first lines in books and how hooky they sometimes are, though more generally in the YA genre books get slapped with a prologue whose sole function is to be hooky because otherwise hey, what do you know, the prologue was pretty much entirely unnecessary.

Ahem.  Anyway, I grabbed a few books I had lying around and looked at the first lines, and was struck by immediate similarities and recurring themes.  This tickled my rusty literary analysis inclination and the result is today's post.

To narrow things down and keep some perspective, I limited my search to books I've read in the dystopian genre, of which most of the books also fall into the post-apocalyptic genre.  Incarnate slipped in there even though it's not that dystopian, as I recall.

I included the first line of the prologue (if applicable) as well as the first line of the first chapter.  I added statistics because percentages make everything more fun and I was too lazy to try making pie charts.

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"When the White Noise went off, we were in the Garden, pulling weeds." (Prologue)
"Grace Somerfield was the first to die." (Chapter 1)
The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken

"Addie and I were born into the same body, our souls' ghostly fingers entwined before we gasped our very first breath." (Prologue)
"The end-of-school bell blasted everyone from their seats." (Chapter 1)
What's Left of Me by Kat Zhang

"Once upon a time there was a world..." (Prologue)
"Earth spins." (Chapter 1)
Exodus by Julie Bertagna

"We live the Old Way." (Chapter 1)
Shadows Cast by Stars by Catherine Knutsson

"There was a low droning overhead a week or so after the Detonations; time was hard to track." (Prologue)
"Pressia was lying in the cabinet." (Chapter 1)
Pure by Julianna Baggott

"It has been sixty-four years since the president and the Consortium identified love as a disease, and forty-three since the scientists perfected a cure." (Chapter 1)
Delirium by Lauren Oliver

"Good girls don't walk with boys." (Chapter 1)
Possession by Elana Johnson

"What is a soul, but a consciousness born and born again?" (Prologue-y bit)
"I wasn't reborn." (Chapter 1)
Incarnate by Jodi Meadows

"They came in the night." (Prologue)
"I can count the days until summer draws to a close and autumn seeps into the leaves, painting them ginger and scarlet." (Chapter 1)
Crewel by Gennifer Albin

"I wait." (Chapter 1)
Wither by Lauren DeStefano

"They called the world beyond the walls of the Pod 'the Death Shop.'" (Chapter 1)
Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi

"My mother thinks I'm dead." (Chapter 1)
Legend by Marie Lu

"Lugh got born first." (Chapter 1)
Blood Red Road by Moira Young

"There is one mirror in my house." (Chapter 1)
Divergent by Veronica Roth

"I've been locked up for 264 days." (Chapter 1)
Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi

"A vibration rippled through my body." (Chapter 1)
Inside Out by Maria V. Snyder

"Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?" (Chapter 1)
Matched by Ally Condie

"Daddy said, 'Let mom go first.'" (Chapter 1)
Across the Universe by Beth Revis

"When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold." (Chapter 1)
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

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Number of books surveyed: 19
Number of prologues: 6 (32%)

Hmm.  Broadly speaking, the immediate themes that leap out are:

Waiting/passage of time - Exodus, Pure, Delirium, Crewel, Wither, Shatter Me, Across the Universe, The Hunger Games (42%)

Life & deathThe Darkest Minds, What's Left of Me, Incarnate, Under the Never Sky, Legend, Blood Red Road (32%)

Family - What's Left of Me, Legend, Blood Red Road, Across the Universe (21%)

Freedom & incarceration - Pure, Under the Never Sky, Shatter Me, Matched (21%)

Social norms - Shadows Cast by Stars, Delirium, Possession (21%)

Some kind of alarm/alert - The Darkest Minds, What's Left of Me (11%)

I honestly thought life & death was going to win out as the most prevalent since first lines about death or unusual birth tend to be pretty hooky, but nope, it was waiting/passage of time.  You might think Across the Universe doesn't fit the category since it's Amy's dad telling her to let her mom get cryogenically frozen first, but it is a crucial moment of waiting--wait for your mom to go first, Amy, and wait to make your choice.  As for The Hunger Games, that's about the passage of time too: Katniss waking up and finding the other side of the bed is cold, implying that someone or something was sleeping beside her before and has long since left.  Which sets up quite a lot about Katniss and how she'll be alone, bereft of the warmth of family, on her way to the cold, cruel Capitol.

What does this say about YA dystopians?  That time is of the essence.  No, seriously.  If you're waiting, it means you're passive in anticipation of action, i.e. you're waiting for something [to happen].  Given that our protagonists are young adults or on the cusp of becoming thereof, doesn't that make sense?  Tweens and teens are always waiting for those grandiose legal age-markers: old enough to get my driver's license, old enough to see R-rated movies, old enough to vote and smoke, old enough to gamble and drink.  There are social age-markers too: When am I old enough to date?  To wear these clothes?  To stay out all night?  To make my own decisions?

In the contemporary genre, that's all fine and dandy!  Normative society is where all this stuff is born anyway and where we see it play out in RL.  In dystopians though, there's an additional flavor of oppression thanks to that Big Brotherly government keeping a watchful eye on and an iron fist around its people.  Teenage rebellion comes to the fore ten times more flashily in dystopians because it's rebellion not just against parental authority, but against the entire freaking government.

(Actually, parental figures tend to be rebels themselves, protecting our protagonists by defying social norms and/or the government.  I'd cite the titles here but as some of them are kind of spoilery, I'll just say there were 4 books or 21%, with an additional 3 books featuring parents that were defiant/protective at first but eventually gave up.)

In general though, the government is Lawful Evil and our protagonists represent Chaotic Good, and the emerging story is our protagonistss journey toward Lawful Good.

So these books begin with waiting and the passage of time, or passivity and showing how things used to be.  This is a representation of our heroes and heroines in a stagnant state until a catalyst occurs that catapults them into action--and the catalyst, be it noted, is 1) always an external force and 2) usually the government which 3) is always evil.  In Exodus, the rising oceans threaten to swamp Mara's little island; in Pure, Pressia flees the militia that is coming to draft and/or kill her; in Delirium, the government is going to "cure" Lena of love; in Crewel, the government plucks Adelice from her home to work for the Spinsters; in Wither, Rhine is kidnapped and sold as a bride; in Shatter Me, the government locks Juliette up and a dictator later drafts her; in Across the Universe, Amy is unfrozen early from cryogenic stasis; in The Hunger Games, Katniss must participate in a government-mandated fight to the death.

In most of these examples, the characters do not possess agency until the government forces them into (oft unwilling) action and even then they're pretty much limited to running away; true agency doesn't come about until the character reaches the crucial turning point usually 2/3 into the book.  The exceptions to this are Exodus (as Mara chooses to leave the island in search of more land and, further, convinces others to do so as well) and The Hunger Games (as Katniss volunteers in place of Prim).  Across the Universe sort of fits that bill too since ultimately it's Amy's choice whether or not to accompany her parents on their journey across space as human popsicles.

These protagonists go from living normal lives to a point where time suddenly matters because there's not enough of it.  What little there is goes by in a rush (though Wither sure took it's sweet time doing a whole lot of anguished nothing) as characters hurtle through circumstances beyond their ken, struggling to find themselves and orient their sense of right and wrong in a world that is bent against them.  Hence why, from the outset, these books start off with waiting and looking back: waiting because it is a passive but anticipatory act, and looking back because the shape of the past dictates the shape of the future.

The other great standout among these novels is how many of these first lines deal with self and identity, far beyond that imposed by the first-person narrative format.  Bear with me if I go a little past those immediate first lines to put them in context with the rest of the book.  (9 books, so about 47%.)

In What's Left of Me, the narrator speaks of twin souls born into a single body: her soul and her sister's, together since birth.  The definition of self is (ahem) self-explanatory.

Shadows Cast by Stars immediately states that the narrator lives "the Old Way," implying hearkening back to one's roots over a normative contemporary lifestyle.

Incarnate starts off with the crucial difference between the narrator and the rest of the world, that she is not a reincarnated soul.  Differences, ah!  YA is all about being different, just like YA is all about identity, finding oneself, coming of age, and first experiences.  In the case of first experiences, Ana just takes it to extremes since she's experiencing everything for the first time.

Wither begins with the simple statement "I wait", indicating passivity and immediately bringing to mind impatience and frustration--and setting the themes and tone for the rest of the book as Rhine becomes a prisoner in a golden cage.  I spent a lot of this book waiting for something to happen and not very much ever did.

Legend's narrator identifies himself via his mother, who thinks he's dead when obviously he isn't, bringing up issues of life and death, deceit, and family ties all in one sentence.  Good job, Legend!

Blood Red Road opens with the narrator stating that her brother was born first, thereby framing his importance to the story as well as to herself from the beginning.  Since Saba and Lugh are twins, and by putting him first in the story, this seems to indicate that Saba is subservient to Lugh, a position that will be challenged throughout the book.  Or so I kind of sort of maybe remember, since I didn't like the book that much and my recollection is sketchy.

Divergent brings identity/self to the forefront more symbolically in the form of a mirror: there's only one in the narrator's house.  Tris's current Faction has oppressed her entire life, as a point is made about how infrequently she is allowed to even look at herself in the mirror, the ultimate denial of self as she is denied even her own reflection; the Abnegation Faction has shaped her to be as gray and drab as the clothes it dictates she wear.  At its core, Divergent is about a girl's search for identity and independence as much as it is about building and breaking bonds.

Shatter Me is about time, and isolation, and loneliness.  Juliette has been locked up for nearly a year.  She states it simply and with precise detail--264 days.  This stark, spare statement is at odds with the majority of the prose in the book, which is lush with metaphor and hyperbole; the contrast is deliberately meant to draw attention to itself and to Juliette's fractured sense of self, denying what she is while accepting (and condemning) herself for it.

Matched is all about freedom as Cassia imagines herself flying anywhere she wishes to go--a fancy which she immediately and wistfully dismisses as foolish.  Cassia would say she is not unhappy with her life, but the fact that she imagines the limitless possibilities offered by unrestricted flight right from the first line shows she's not quite so content as she thinks.

Lastly, we have the oddball that didn't fit into any of the categories above: Inside Out.  It features an interesting but unfigurative first line about a vibration rippling through the narrator's body.  It is a descriptive line (action-oriented if you think of the vibration as an action, receptive-oriented if you think of the narrator's body and also passive in that case), and a line that piques interest but doesn't have any symbolism or metaphors going on.  Not that there's anything wrong about starting a book with a non-weighty line!  In fact, it's rather refreshing, particularly after I've dumped all this analysis on everything else.

Ultimately, within the sphere of YA, dystopians tend to focus on authority forcing passive protagonists into defiant action, i.e. the government typically incites rebellion.  Protagonists are driven by the search for identity and the pursuit of freedom and/or justice, on pain of death and on cost of life.  All this boiled down from first lines and a sudden burst of literary analysis.  Thank you, and goodnight.


Have you noticed any first-line trends in particular genres?  Share your favorite opening line!

3.08.2013

Boggling Old Writing

Ever had one of those days where you're feeling both brave and masochistic, and so you decide to dive into old folders and unearth old documents filled with old writing that make you feel really old?

That was me.  Only it wasn't day, it was night.  And it didn't exactly make me feel old so much as make me mystified because, well, I had no idea WTF I was thinking or where I was going with any of these.  I'd hoped to maybe uncover some ancient gems and instead unearthed...uh, rocks.  That, even if they were to be polished, still possess a most confounding form and mystery composition.

So!  I thought I'd share with you a few of these rocks.  Maybe you'll have more clue than me as to what I was thinking at the time.

From the aptly titled "eyelash.doc" from (not too long ago) 2010:

It began with an eyelash.  About a centimeter long, black, slightly curved so that it might have been a bow for the tiniest of pixies.

Okay!  That's not too bad.  I kind of like it.  Only that's the entirety of the document: two sentences, no followup, no notes, no outline, nothing, and I don't even remember writing those two lines.

As I scrolled through these ancient files, one titled "draconityvirtue.doc" from 2003 caught my eye.  I clicked thereupon and beheld this text:

            As we stroll, my friend, let us extol on the virtues of draconity.  To be certain, there are times enough and more than enough that we cannot help but be stricken aghast by what we see as no more than base bestial need—yet in their own eyes they are the most prestigious and elegant of creatures.
            Watch your step, my friend!  Do not trip upon that branch—look how it moves obligingly with the wind, claws out to entrap unwary feet.

Ooookay.  Uh.  Clearly I was writing about somebody talking about the, uh, virtues of draconity.  There are at least two people, one lecturing the other, and they're walking around and there's a branch lying on the ground and--yeah, all right, that's about all I get from this piece.  I have the very vague feeling that this was going to be some sort of comeuppance story where the lectured gets his/her comeuppance and the story ends with the lecturer enjoying a HAHA, SUCKER moment, but maybe it was the other way around considering how poncy-sounding the narrator is.

All right.  Those first two samples weren't too boggling even if I don't really remember much about them, how they came about or where they were going.

But then I found this thing from "bara or rose.doc" circa 2000:

"Bara" means "rose" in Japanese, as in the rose flower which blossoms from a thorny plant.  Now then, can you see any resemblance at all in the spelling of the word "rose" and "bara" in romanji?

I...I...well, no, I don't see any resemblance at all.  Why the hell should I?  They're two completely unrelated languages.  What was I thinking when I wrote this?  Obviously 13 years ago it was a big enough thought and good enough idea that it deserved to be written down and saved in its own document.  But that thought and idea shriveled away into nonexistence because I remember nothing, nothing as to where I was going with this except that it was supposed to be some kind of story that involved Japanese and English and roses.  Apparently.

Reading that bara/rose thing bemused me so much that I had to stop wading through my ancient writing folder.  The rest of the documents will keep until I am ready to venture once more unto the breach, dear friends.

Have you ever come across old story snippets where you have no idea what you were thinking? Find a snippet or two of thoroughly boggling writing (ancient or otherwise) and share!  Perhaps you can help me nag bully persuade Krispy to dig out some interesting old tidbits too.

3.06.2013

A Pep Talk from Past Me

Sometimes, when we need a little boost or kick in the pants, I think the universe has a way of helping us out. I'm not usually one to get too personal on the blog, but I thought this might be someone's helping hand, a pep talk for anyone going through a rough patch.

March last year was kind of rough for me emotionally. I was going through a funk, getting smacked around by the Quarter Life, and I didn't feel comfortable enough to talk about it. I've never been much of a talker anyway, preferring to keep my angst to myself. So I wrote a letter to my Future Self through futureme.org.

I forgot about this until I received an email in my inbox this past weekend from exactly one year ago. It's a pep talk that I don't quite need this March, but I did need the reminder to focus. I'm posting it here (minus the more personal bits) in case you need a pep talk today.

Happy Wednesday!

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Dear FutureMe,

It's 2012, and they say it will be the end of the world. So if you're reading this, it's a good sign that the whole apocalypse thing was bogus.

I hope it's not the end of the world though because there's still so much we want to do, so much we haven't accomplished. You're feeling "old" this year, and a lot is changing in and around your life. I'm not going to lie, you're feeling a little left out, a little like you're being left behind.

You're treading water and hoping for a boat, but I guess what you really need to do is swim.

I'm telling you this because I know us. I know we have a hard time changing, and I know we're not as brave as we'd like to be. 

I hope when you read this, you've learned to be brave; you've learned to swim.

Because it's true what all those cheesy quotes and meaningful platitudes say. You can't wait for some Destiny to come find you. You can't wait for the right time. There's only the Now, and so far you've done the safe thing. You've stuck to the status quo. You've hoped and prayed for an adventure to fall in your lap. You've treaded water.

It's time to start swimming.

I know you have it in you to achieve what you want. You just have to concentrate. You have to focus and work your ass off to make this dream come true. I'm telling you this in case, a year from now, when you read this, you're still sitting in the same place, wondering when it'll be your turn. If you are in the same place, this is your kick in the pants. This is your wake up call.

Stop dreaming and start doing.

I'm rooting for you because this status quo is okay, but frankly it's kind of disappointing. Take some risks and it might make you happy. We have plenty of time, but it's not infinite. Right now, you're feeling disappointed, stagnant, and even a little alone. When you finally see this again, I hope you've begun to turn things around.

I may be your biggest critic, but I'm also your biggest, most faithful fan. I believe in you. So don't let anyone, not even life, get you down.

I'm taking back my opening statement. I do hope 2012 is the end of the world - the end of the world as we know it. Because we're going to shape a new one, the one of our choosing.

Swim towards that distant shore (are you sick of this metaphor yet?). I've got your back.

Much love.

3.01.2013

Randomosity on Friday: Friday Five

It's been a while since we've done one of these, and both Alz and I are unable to be any more creative than this.

So FRIDAY FIVE!

1. When I asked Alz if she had anything to add to this list, she said, "Uhhhh..." because she was distracted by...

Theo James, star of a new crime drama called Golden Boy.


2. That guy and his handsomeness is probably why my sister and I will continue to watch the new show Golden Boy. I mean, the pilot was pretty interesting too, but he's just REALLY HANDSOME. (Yes, he's the Turkish diplomat from Season 1 of Downton Abbey!)

3. Alz is still trying to finish reading Crewel. In the mean time, she's also MADE a metal book. It's awesome.

4. The Camelia Festival was this past weekend. It is our city's annual festival, complete with carnival and parade. Alz went to get her cotton candy. I went because I was hoping the library would have my copy of Finnikin of the Rock (which I did get yesterday, ha!). I played an expensive carnival game so I could get a stuffed turtle. Turtles are my spirit animal.



5. The Sister has tracked down the special flavored LAYS chips. She got Chicken & Waffles and Cheesy Garlic Bread, but WE WANT THE SRIRACHA CHIPS! They are impossible to find! D:


Q4U: What are your Friday Fives? Or what are you up to this weekend?

2.27.2013

People Give Alz Unicorns

First off, someone nominated Krispy and me for Unpublished Authors with Awesome Writing Style for the Paying Forward Awards!  Wow.  Thank you, Misha, and thank you whoever nominated us!  Krispy and I are honored.  Now I feel like I should have written a real post today, composed with literary flair and keen wit.  Instead, I have a gratuitous picfest rife with randomosity and my typical level of Ghiradelli chocolate milk tea-fueled late-night babble.

Second off, thank you for the well-wishes regarding my health!  I am 90% recovered and ready to frolic once more, preferably with unicorns.  Which leads me into the unicorn meat of today's post!

If you cut Alz, she will probably bleed milk tea and unicorns.  And blood too, of course.  But unlike King Haggard, I haven't gathered up all the unicorns in the world except for one and herded them into the ocean because I love them so much--instead I keep them around the house and sit on them.  (Well, some of them anyway.)  Though I daresay 40% of my collection has been given to me over the years from other people--entirely unbidden because, well, they know me so well.

For instance, Krispy and her sister gave me these:

This was for Valentine's Day a couple of years ago.
It's a rainbow unicorn mailbox with matching valentines!
It even came with a mini marker set.
Everybody loves Pusheen.
Our mutual friend who is also a baker/sewer/sculptor/paper-flower-maker/marvelously talented made me this, which is featured on a garland of a bunch of other adorable felt animals:

The lighting was too crappy for me to get a good shot
of all the other animals, but there are birds and foxes and stags and
yeah, it is fricking awesome.
My uncle, an astonishingly astute man, gave me this:

I have yet to sample the gum,
but I am assured that is freakin' magical.
Another mutual friend gave me these some years ago:

The tin says "free prize inside",
which turned out to be the smoochy sticker.
My brother and sister-in-law gave me these:

They gave them to me at different times, by the way.
The button says "My other ride".
And yes, the tin does open to reveal the very special unicorn treat inside:

Krispy was horrified. But my bro knows me well.
And you thought that "unicorn meat" reference at the top of the
post was an innocent metaphor.
IT WASN'T.
And of course I cannot forget my mom, who knows me equally well (if not better) and got me these:

This was a souvenir from Oregon. It has nothing to do
with Oregon, but my mom knows me exceedingly well.
BALLOONICORN. BEST MOM IN THE UNIVERSE.
The little fat Pillow Pet beanie unicorn I got myself though.
Last but not least, here is my shameful proud collection of unicorn Pillow Pets:


To explain the photo above, it is as follows (and to keep from sounding like a total crazyface, keep in mind that all this happened over the course of a few years):

1. The original purple unicorn Pillow Pet was given to me by yet another uncle.

2. I then mentioned that the keychain ones are so teeny they're pretty much doll-sized and my sister-in-law proceeded to give me one.

3. Then, since I had a big one and a tiny one, I went ahead and bought the medium-sized (Pee Wee) purple unicorn.  One of each size, you know, I could stack them up and it'd be cute.  Really.  I thought that was the end of it.

4. Then!  OMFG, I saw the rainbow unicorn version at Target one day and I needed it so badly I nearly imploded there in the store.

5. And then, well, I found another purple full-size unicorn at a discount store and, well, hey, 50% off, well, why not?

6. At yet another discount store when I was with Krispy and her sister, Krispy found the fat unicorn beanie in a pile of dog toys, and since it was cute and fat and I already had all the others...uh...

7. Okay, okay, so I got a second Pee Wee because there was a price-cut and it was only $5.  That's 50% off!

8. A few days ago, Krispy and her sister gave me an early birthday present in the form of the neon blue unicorn that I didn't even know existed and it is so fat and huggably squishy, you have no idea.

9. And I may or may not have a unicorn Glow Pet on order that I ordered prior to the second Pee Wee and the neon unicorn.

Mind you, this selection of unicornosity is only what was close to hand that I could think of off the top of my head.  The true extent of unicorns romping around is possibly maybe slightly a little bit more than this.

Should my latest jewelry project turn out well, expect a possible unicorny update in the future.

In the meantime, here are some fantabulous unicorn books you should check out!

The Last Unicorn   The Last Unicorn   Into the Land of the Unicorns (Unicorn Chronicles, #1)   Here There Be Unicorns

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle
The Last Unicorn (graphic novel) by Peter S. Beagle, Peter Gillis, Renae De Liz, and Ray Dillon
Into the Land of the Unicorns by Bruce Coville
Here There Be Unicorns by Jane Yolen & David Wilgus

Got any favorite unicorn books? Do you have an excessive extensive collection of something that's not entirely your fault?