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       A while ago on Tumblr, I read a popular post requesting the existence of a central, glamorous, overblown awards show for books, to parallel the Oscars and Grammys. That post has stuck with me more than I realized. It would be amazing, wouldn’t it? Why isn’t there?

      The awards show thing got me thinking: there are a lot of aspects enjoyed by other media forms that are not present to the same extent in book culture. There are conventions for authors or industry officials to mingle, but where are the book cons, where ordinary readers can geek out? Harry Potter robe owners aside, book cosplay is a pretty tiny voice in the cosplay world– I for one has seen almost none. I’m sure there are high-faluting critical publications available for literature, but where are the trashy grocery store fiction magazines, to go with ones that dish about hot new movies or TV shows?

     The obvious cynical answer would be that books don’t get these things because not enough people read, and there’s no big money in books. And maybe that’s part of it.

      But I started thinking about it from a different angle: reading, in some ways, is a necessarily solitary experience. Don’t get me wrong– half the reading experience for me is screaming about books or communally picking them apart with friends or fellow internet users. But that’s all after, before, or around the fact. When you’re actually absorbing the content, you’re on your own. Books are small, and it seems like no two people read at the same pace, so gathering around a paperback and pouring over each sentence together just isn’t very doable. Compare this to dozens of strangers piling into a theater together for a movie, or having a viewing party on the couch for the season premiere of Pretty Little Liars, and you’re walking a lonely road. I think maybe that’s part of the joy of seeing a favorite book adapted to the screen– not only do you get to see the world you love come to life, but you get to have your friends and fellow fans at your side when you enter it.

      But just because we’re starting out a step behind other groups doesn’t mean we should give up.

      I’ve loved Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and The Olympians, and subsequently, Heroes of Olympus, series since the fourth grade. And somewhere in the time in between, I aged out of the theoretical marketing range for his work. That doesn’t mean I considered for a second no longer reading them, because who needs societal limits? But I wasn’t exactly surrounded by other readers, and I didn’t really have anyone to fangirl with when a new book came out. I started to have twinges of concern. Was I the bad kind of a weird for still loving these stories? Was I literally Riordan’s oldest fan?

      Then one day, I forget why, I logged into the Tumblr account I had made and never used and searched “Percy Jackson”.

      I think my mind actually blew up. There were enough pages of results that they were for all intents and purposes endless. People were creating beautiful drawings of all the characters. People were debating theories and opinions and romantic pairings. People were uploading pictures of their favorite quotes and chapter titles. “Normal” people! People above the age of twelve! Some of them had handmade Camp Half-Blood t-shirts! Some of them even knew more about the series than I did! As I scrolled through it all, I felt my love for Percy Jackson rekindled tenfold, and any doubts I had had were completely erased. I would give a speech on the steps of the Capitol Building about Percy Jackson. I would be the national poster child of Percy Jackson fanhood. And more to the point, reading the books is at least 50% more fun now that I have a massive, noisy community to share it with.

     So what am I saying? I’m saying I love Tumblr. I’m saying there should be book conventions, and more book cosplay– I know it’s harder without explicit reference images, but written character descriptions can give a lot to work with. I’m saying I want Book Oscars. I’m saying I’m glad I’m a book blogger. I’m saying we should all read louder and prouder and with more partying. Somebody get on this, please!


                Hello there! I’m in the middle of a bunch of books right now, so I thought rather than trying to dredge up an iffy review, I’d do another book chat. I’ve been thinking this is something I’ll do more regularly, partly to reduce stress and keep my posts consistent, and partly because it’s fun.

                Between the movie and the show, I’ve seen Les Misérables at least seven times; it’s my favorite musical. And yet, I have not read Victor Hugo’s original novel, a.k.a. Le Brick (It’s a little less than 1.5k pages). So it’s fortuitous that my mother just gave me the most lovely copy ever.

pictured above: classy elegant swag

pictured above: classy elegant swag

               I put Les Miz on my list of top six most intimidating books back in July, so although I’m excited to conquer it, the confidence lent to me by the style and class of the edition is appreciated. I’m really looking forward to delving deeper into the story I adore, and although I’m only on chapter seven, it’s already illuminating and deepening my understanding of the characters. Good stuff!

                Switching gears from a very old book to a very new movie, I’m going to see Catching Fire this evening!! I’ve been hearing such, such good things. And I thought the first one was flawless. True to the story, perfect actors for the parts, not oversensationalizing or action-hyping… I’m not expecting to be disappointed. Any opinions? Also related to movies, I finally succeeded at renting Say Anything, which I’ve been wanting to see for ages. As a cute romance lover, I guess I feel I won’t be complete until I’m solidly versed in the 80’s teen romance classic scene. I’ve seen Sixteen Candles and Pretty in Pink, so this was the logical next step. Thanksgiving Break is coming up quickly, so I’ll have plenty of time to watch it!

                I’m a big multi-reader, and I’m currently most actively reading three books: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, House of Hades by Rick Riordan, and The Other Normals by Ned Vizzini. I’m loving the first two (not that it was a question for Percy Jackson), and feeling intensely skeptical about The Other Normals. I love Ned Vizzini, but this book is just super weird. However, I’ve seen almost all good reviews, and I’m not very far along. So the jury is still out. Expect reviews relatively forthcoming. Well, no, actually, I won’t be reviewing HoH, because Percy Jackson and the crew are far too close to my heart, and I have an unofficial policy against reviewing anything by Rick. But the other two, yes.

                Oh, and by the way, I’ve been training intensely, and I think my ability to roll a Spanish double-r may be showing signs of nascent existence. God as my witness, I WILL improve my terrible accent. And my listening skills. One day, I shall be fluent!

                So those are my random thoughts. I’d love to hear yours in the comments! What are you reading? Or watching? Or eating? Delicious food is always worth discussing…


Every Tuesday, the site The Broke and the Bookish posts a prompt for a top-ten-style list, and book bloggers around the web respond to it on their blogs. The prompt this week is “rewind”: pick a past topic that you missed or want to revisit. I spend the majority of my time obsessing over fictional guys, so it was obvious choice for me to go with Top Ten Fictional Crushes. Here they are from #10 counting down to #1. I’m probably leaving out a lot of people, since I fall in love with virtually every male character I read. But think of this as a sampling.

10.) Anubis from the Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan. He’s dark, brooding, vague, and a god. Good combination.

9.) Marcus Flutie from Sloppy Firsts and its sequels by Megan McCafferty.  It’s not a fictional crush list without Marcus Flutie. Clever, dangerous, infuriating. He’s a classic.

8.) Noah from Back When You Were Easier to Love by Emily Wing Smith. Such a good guy.

7.) Cain Hinchcliff from Withering Tights by Louise Rennison. He’s such a womanizing bad boy! Which I know should be a bad thing! But, but… he gave her a poem! Auuughh

6.) Craig from It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. I have a thing for sad, troubled guys.

5.) Peeta from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I also have a thing for kind, gentle, deeply devoted guys. He’s just so unfailingly sweet and loving to Katniss, even when she’s not the nicest to him. I mean, that stuff when he would hold her while she slept because otherwise she would have nightmares? Gotta love him.

4.) Po from Graceling by Kristin Kashore. His whole attitude! Mysterious, a little sarcastic, and yet really nice and, like, wise. And the way he treats Katsa is so cute. And his powers are super cool. And he’s just really nice and his eyes are awesome and aaah I don’t know stop asking me to explain my emotions!

3.) Dash from Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn. Another sad, troubled guy– and he hides it with sarcasm! Which makes me want to hug him 5 times more. Plus, he goes along with Lily’s note-passing dare game, which shows he has an excellent sense of adventure and awesomeness. He’s adorbs.

2.)Ky Markham from Matched by Ally Condie. AUUUGHHH I can’t, I can’t even talk about this, he’s so amazing. He’s got a dark, tragic past, he’s hiding a bunch of secret pain, he’s an ARTIST and a poet, and he’s just so gentle and sad and artistic and he loves Cassia SO MUCH and I can’t deal with this.

1.) Percy Jackson from various books by Rick Riordan. If I could marry any human being, fictional or real, past, present, or future, it would be Percy Jackson. I don’t care if you judge me. He has literally every quality I look for in a guy. Funny, sarcastic (I have trouble with guys that aren’t sarcastic), brave, loyal, noble, fricking sea-green eyes. And he kills monsters. I’m seriously not sure what more you could ask for.

So there’s my list of the reasons I will be forever alone. I’m ruined for real people. Thanks for that, books. sqee