Blog post #6: The gifting of books

They was a few that I thought were good or looked interesting.But i’m still not sure if I would read them.I have not been gifted with a book but the ones that i have been recommended to me, are really really good. I have felt most of the things that others have but I have also found new feelings.I have always wanted to receive a book as a gift, not just because it is a book, but because of who gave it to me. They gave it to me because it meant something to them and they wanted to share that with me. I love getting books on Christmas, they bring me so much joy. They are a way to escape and to find, create a new reality for yourself.

My series is going really well, I really like where it is going with the plot line and how the characters are developing.

My holidays consist of me staying home and sleeping, reading, and other things that have not been planned out yet.

lit circle project- The forest of hands and teeth

Critical Acclaim-

On Goodreads, this book received 3.6/5 stars. Many people on this site say that this book is horrible.One user stated, “More filler YA garbage. It had potential I guess but the writing quality, the plot quality, the dialogue quality, I just can’t. ” This user had given the book a 2/5 stars and also gave a very detailed review on what they though about the book and the writing style that the author had used. Another user stated,”This book could have had sooooo much potential!!!!”. This user was very clear on how they felt about the book and the way that it was written and how terrible they thought it was. They didn’t even finish the book because it was so bad. Another user also stated that the book had,”Promising name, beautiful cover…and a lame plot with lame characters inside. I was more than just disappointed in the end. The plot is not thrilling, neither is it creepy or fascinating or dark. It is long-winded, somehow depressed and the protagonist is annoying. Too many question stay unanswered in the end, the write style is boring and it feels forced…” As a person that has read this book(duh), I can honestly say that this book was horrible and that I feel the same way as this Goodreads user. Our group had mixed feelings on it. Some of us thought that it was okay but that they would never read it again. And the rest thought that the book was horrible and they would never, NEVER, read it again or even continue to read the rest. I did not like this book at all. It was just horrible, it was poorly written and had no real content to it. To me, it just sucked and I had so much hope for it to be a fantastic book, in the end, it was just a let down.

Book show and tell #2

This book is about a boy named Craig. He goes through some struggles and after those, he choose to check himself into a mental hospital. Here he meets others that suffer similar things that he does and he becomes friends and he even loves on of them. Here he learns how to live life is own way and not the way that others want him to, he also comes to terms with the fact that not everything is going to be a good thing and that sometimes a bad thing can be a good thing in the end. Towards the end of the book he ends up leaving and going back to the life he had before the struggle got in his way. The author of this book wrote this book about his own expiration in a mental hospital. He say that the ones that you meet while you are in there aren’t the kind of people that you would think that they are,they are kind and understanding. Though that he when through this, in the end he choose to kill himself.

blog post #5- The unconsecrated


The reason behind these photos are the whole idea of The forest of hands and teeth. The dark stairway is for the moment that Mary walks down into the dark basement, the hands in the tree symbol for the unconsecrated that lay inside the forest.And the unconsecrated that are at the fence are for the ones that are trying to enter the village where everyone is.




Blog post #2 My wonderful backstory for steelheart

“ Why? Why? WHY?”  I kept asking myself this simple question. At this moment, that simple question seemed very very important.


I watched from afar as my cruel step-father hit my sweet, kindhearted mother. My mother kept quiet as she took blow after blow, not once did I see a tear fall down her face. I didn’t understand at the time why my mother refused to show emotion but I understand it now. I understand that she wasn’t going to let him win against her, she was telling him in her own way that he can hurt her, that he could destroy her body but he couldn’t beat her soul.


From that moment onward, I couldn’t look at people the same as I did as a kid. Life as a kid was hard, life as a teenager was terrible, but life a young adult is just horrible. After  everything that happened to me as a kid, i didn’t really expect much from anyone anymore. The world isn’t the same anymore after I lost my mom and the home I loved.


My high school teacher was always picking on me for a reason I didn’t know. I wasn’t scared of him, why should I be? What he thought of me meant nothing, nothing to me. “Hey Steelheart!! Pay attention! I know that you are failing this class.” I sighed, this old man is annoying. Pulling my attention away from the open window. I may have said that man didn’t bother me but today I was pissed for no reason and he was asking for my wrath.

After the class ended, I was called up to his desk. “ I need you to pay attention in class, I want you to graduate. This is your last year, and I don’t want to see you again at all.” Silently, I nodded. Though I looked calm to him, my hands were curled into fists and were mostly turning red by now. “Now Ryan, please please turn in your home work from on.” I slammed my hands onto his desk,” I don’t care what you think or what you want, I didn’t ask to come here, I didn’t asked to be put in your class but I was and I’m so tired or being called out for doing nothing,NOTHING to you!” I didn’t notice that my hands were turning silver but I did notice that my teacher was looking at me in horror. “ WHAT!” he raised a hand and pointed at my hands, “ your turning silver!” He replied with a shaking voice. I raised my hands and looked at them closely, for some reason, my hands felt heavy. They weren’t heavy enough that I couldn’t lift them, they were just heavy. Looking back at my teacher, I smirked at him.  Lifting my hands above my head, I slammed my hands into his desk. His desk broke into tiny pieces and a bigger smile made its way onto my face. I walked close to him, “ you pissed me off too much and this is the last time that you will.” grabbing him, I lifted him into the air and started to squeeze the life out of him. Soon he fell limp in my hands and at that moments I knew that I had done the thing I had dreamed about doing since the day that i met this man, I killed him. I killed him and I didn’t care and I still don’t.

Shaking my head, I fell out of the memory that I had been captured in. That was the first time I ever killed and the first time that I would I wouldn’t be able to stop hurting others. But just like then, I didn’t care and I still don’t. I believe that I am a better person because of it but then again that is only my opinion. I am no longer the small kid that watched my mother die, I am a much different, stronger person and I love it. I will never be weak again, I refuse to be.

Blog post #1 : Introducing me

As a reader, i’m always reading something. What I am reading might be a book in my hands or a phone. I first how to read because my brother was and I wanted to join him. I remember grabbing a book of my brothers and trying to read it, however I couldn’t. My all time favorite book is Harry Potter, I read it when I was 12 and I LOVED it. Some of my favorite books are Tiger’s Curse, The hush hush series, all the bright places, Eleanor and Park, and many, many more. I have too many books on my to read shelf and on my currently reading shelf as well. reading is a huge part of my life and it has made me the person I am today, a very anti-social, nerdy, and quiet girl. But I truly love reading and because of reading, I’ve started writing my own stories.