Showing posts with label Blog Features. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blog Features. Show all posts

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Featuring My Thoughts: Why I Prefer Fictional Books

Featuring My Thoughts isn't some sort of a weekly thing like Friday Feels. It's an occasional blog feature in which I talk about my book-related opinions.

For the first Featuring My Thoughts post, I'm talking about why I prefer fictional books.

When I say books, I mean novels- most of the time.

I escape reality. 
Of course- it's fiction. In fictional books, the author can make anything happen. The author can make the characters fly, kiss, hug, write, read, talk-- anything. It's fictional. Anything is possible.

You cannot find most fictional men in real life. 
I'm not referring to like, the actual Agustus Waters or Maxon Schreave, but their character. What they do, how they react. Well you might find an Agustus or Maxon, but they're very rare. I'm not saying that true love is rare, in fact it isn't. True love isn't only in fictional characters, because true love is not fiction. (Okay, I'm getting dramatic.) The Fault in Our Stars in real life is rare, really. I'm not saying that two teens should have the EXACT same cancer as Hazel and Agustus to have that story, but having cancer and falling in love and then one dies and they have this author connection. Just something like that. But that's gonna be a big miracle.

I like- I mean, love dystopian books.
Of course- dystopian is automatically fiction. And dystopian romance books are like about "how the lovebirds would survive or escape their ugly and/or unfair world" or "how two people would survive or escape their ugly and/or unfair world together and eventually fall in love". It's just that more things could happen. It's like contemporary plus. I also love fantasy. Same reason. It's not that I'm lazy to copy-paste the whole thing and change all the dystopian's to fantasy, but it would be really, really, redundant.

And this might be cheesy, you find new lives in fictional books. Because nonfiction books are like- past already, so nothing's new.

I MIGHT read nonfiction sometime, that's the reason why I prefer fictional books. (extra emphasis to prefer, please! ) There are always exceptions, whatever happens.



Friday, June 6, 2014

Friday Feels #1: The Selection

IT'S FRIDAY!
Note: I don't want my blog to be all about The Selection (in fact it isn't) but Kiera Cass really got me. *wink wink*


"If you don't want me to be in love with you, you're going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I'm having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you." 
I hit his arm. "Shut up, Maxon. 
"I'm not kidding. You're too beautiful for your own good. Once you leave, we'll have to send some of the guards with you. You'll never survive on your own, poor thing." He said all this with mock pity. 
"I can't help it." I sighed. "One can never help being born into perfection." I fanned my face as if being so pretty was exhausting. 
"No, I don't suppose you can help it." 
I giggled. I didn't notice for a moment that Maxon didn't seem to think it was funny.
I stared out at the garden and saw out the corner of my eye that Maxon was looking at me. His face was incredibly close to mine.
Oh.My.God.........................!!!
When I turned to ask just what he was looking at, I was surprised to see that he was close enough to kiss me.
*more feels*
I was even more surprised when he did.
I pulled away quickly, taking a step. Maxon stepped back as well. 
"Sorry," he mumbled, blushing. 
"What are you doing?" I asked in a shocked whisper.
"Sorry." He was slightly turned away, obviously embarassed.
"Why did you do that?" I put my hand to my mouth.
Me: Obviously with feels. Americaaa... Why did you do that?

"It's just... with what you said earlier, and seeking me out yesterday... just the way you acted... I thought maybe your feelings had changed. And I like you, I thought you could tell." He turned to face me. "And.. Oh, was it terrible? You don't seem happy at all."
I tried to wipe whatever expression I had off my face. Maxon looked mortified.
"I'm so sorry. I've never kissed anyone before. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm just... I'm sorry, America." He breathed heavy sigh and ran his hand through his hair a few times, leaning against the railing.
I didn't expect it, but a warmth filled me.
He'd wanted his first kiss to be with me. 
It wasn't in bold form in the book, but I just had to. ***feels***


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Friday Feels + Notice


Friday Feels


Starting on the first week of June, every Friday, I will post quotes or some parts of a book that pushed my feels to the limit. (It might do the same to you, that's why I put up this blog feature)

Those parts made me smile, jump, or maybe even kick our walls. It might be sad though. The important thing is, it gives you feels.

Spread the feels! — I'm allowing you to save and share the pictures I edited for the quotes, so others can feel it too! 


Notice


Hey guys! I just changed the design for My Bookish Self. I'm also changing my format for book reviews and some other stuff.

I'm still at that thing they call "book hangover" in which you can't get over a book. It's ugh-able. So, while I'm at that thing, I'm going to fix my stuff here. :)

Much love,
Erin