I really want to know what makes that engine behind the words. The one I can feel right away in the very first paragraph. The one that pushes. It is all fine and dandy when you pick up a book and you start to read and it is fine. But then there are the ones that have an urge from the very first words. Oh, to have that in my own prose.
Here are the books I have finished in the last little bit. In no particular order.
Lost Conspiracy by Frances Hardinge
Looking for Alaska by John Green
When I reach You by Rebecca Stead
Ice by Sarah Beth Durst
Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
Books in the queue:
The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Lips Touch by Laini Taylor
Fly Girl by Sherri L. Smith
Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney
(I've read first little bits of each book in the queue, in some cases more. Enough to feel what kind of engine that they have for me. I'm reading machine at the moment. Not writing much though.)
As Always(looking for something),
What I want for Christmas is the dumbest ever.
11 hours ago