Let’s Discuss This

Confession: I am shamelessly addicted to young adult literature about dystopian societies. I need discussion, people. And since I’ve banned facebook (ok, I cheated once) for a little bit, I’m taking it to the blog.

My favorite YA distopian novels would be:

  1. The Giver series
  2. The Uglies series
  3. The Delirium series
  4. The Crossed series
  5. The Hunger Games series
  6. The Divergent series
  7. Starters
  8. Fahrenheit 451
  9. A Brave New World
  10. 1984

I need a new story. Send your suggestions ASAP.

Who sits around reading and THEN writes about it when they don’t have to?  I literally just finished the third book in the Divergent series, Allegiant, mere seconds ago and couldn’t wait to get my thoughts on paper. This book took me an unusually long time to finish. I usually finish within days, but something kept me away from this one. I’d read a few chapters and then put it down for a week before picking it back up again. I had heard so many reviews and warnings that the end was horrible and so I wasn’t thrilled to reach it. I kept imagining the worst. Maybe imagining the worst set the real ending up for failure. It was bleh, uneventful, and just too predictable. It didn’t bother me. It didn’t make me cry or laugh or cringe in disgust. It didn’t do what I wanted it to do. Still, I would recommend you read the series. Go into the third with no preconceived notions and you’ll be fine. In fact, it might just conjure up all those feelings a good ending should for you the way it did for most. Like I said, I set myself up for disappointment by imagining a far worse and more dramatic ending than was written.

The movie is set to release tomorrow. The first book in the series is amazing. The second is as well. So if you haven’t read them, I say you must. Maybe the movie will ignite some to go read the rest of the series… the way Hunger Games did. I’m betting it will.

Now, as for my beloved Giver series… Why hasn’t everyone read this yet? The movie trailer worries me… even makes me a little sad. I’m preemptively assuming it will take too much artistic license. I already know that the movie will show more of a relationship between Jonas and Fiona than what Lois Lowry wrote. I emailed my friend, Lois, yesterday to ask for her thoughts on the matter. She and I have had an email relationship for about a year now. I can remember the first response I got from her. Giddy doesn’t even come close to describing it. My facebook wall blew up that day! I immediately forwarded her words  to everyone I could think of. I felt like a rock star. She went on to visit my class blog and write a note to my students. She was the rock star for sure! I’m anxious to see what she has to say about the movie adaptation. And if I hear back, you better believe it’ll be public knowledge.


Book Club

“Do you ever read any of the books you burn?”
He laughed. “That’s against the law!”
“Oh. Of course.”
“It’s fine work. Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn ’em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That’s our official slogan.”

My house is mostly in order. That is until the next paycheck comes in! All the boxes are gone, the clothes are put away, the dishes are in the cabinet, the beds are made, and best yet…the books are on the shelves.

 I hadn’t made time for my love of literature until everything else was complete. I happily settled down to begin my first book of the summer last week. Farenheit 451. I tend to give myself a theme for my summer reading. Last summer it was all about the latest craze! Dystopian literature. Of course,  I jumped on the bandwagon and started with The Hunger Games trilogy. From there, my summer reading list took on a life of its own. This year, I have decided to go for the classics. And by classics, I mean all those books we were supposed to read in high school, but opted for the Cliff’s Notes instead.

I have been underlining feverishly and making notes in the margin as if I’m a student sitting through a college lit class. It’s what I do. I can’t just read a book. I have to analyze it, pick it to pieces, let it simmer in my thoughts….and then blog about it.

This book was written for me! It was the best classic to start off my themed summer reading list simply because it ecompasses two of my loves: dystopian societies and love of literature. This book is so rich with reasons for not only having books, but cherishing them. Books offer power. Books offer escape. Books offer knowledge. Have I mentioned that I love books?

The main character is a firefighter. This is a prominent and highly respected position of the community because these men don’t put out fires. They start them. They burn the homes that have been found with books in them. It’s such genius irony that Bradbury chose, as an author and lover of literature, to write about a hypothetical society that banished and censored so heavily. Could he have possibly feared censorship of his own words during this time? Another thing I love about this type of book, is that a similar theme can be found throughout them all. There always always needs to be rebellion. A rebel. A radical. Montag is my type of rebel with a cause. One of my favorite passages in the book, points to his beginning transformation. It’s the transformation that I enjoy most. Not the end.
“Mildred, how would it be if, well, maybe I quit my job awhile?”
“You want to give up everything? After all these years of working, because , one night, some woman and her books -“
“You should have seen her, Millie!”
“She’s nothing to me; she shouldn’t have had books…”
“You weren’t there, you didn’t see,” he said. “There must be something in books, things we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.”
“Let me alone,” said Mildred. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Let you alone! That’s all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, something real?”

Do you see? Books are important! I have had a few weeks since school ended to reflect on what I want to do with my time. Once school begins in August, my children will board the school bus and travel a mile down the road to their new school. I, on the other hand, will not. It will be the first time in a while that I am not actively reading to and with a group on a daily basis. Although my students were only 10 and 11 years old, they were bright. They were insightful. They discussed literature with me without shame. I will miss that. But I have plans. My friend, Emily, will be reading along with me to finish Farenheit 451 so that we can hold our virtual book club. I’ve also sent out an invitation within my neighborhood to begin a book club. Ive had two women express interest. I am delighted at the prospects of possibilities.

I began my journey here in Texas determined to be something idealistic…A “Leave it to Beaver” type of housewife. I was determined to transform. But then I asked why. Why would I need to leave my love of literature and the discussion of it at the door, just because I’m no longer teaching. I realized that rather than comparing and competing to become something or someone else, I just need to be me. I am a reader. I am a writer. I can’t help it.

I’m looking forward to my newly awaiting book club to form. I’m still hoping for a few more neighborhood women to join. We shall see. So, this blog that was created for my students has now transformed into my own little book club. Please join me in reading, won’t you?