Every Day (David Levithan)

I’ve heard quite a lot about Every Day and I’ll get right down to it: it was actually pretty good. The cover was a great plus and was really appealing to me, as I’m sure it was to other readers.

Every Day is about A, a person – who is not really a person, but you’ll see – who wakes up in a different body, in a different life every single day. But after A wakes up in the body of Justin, the boyfriend of a girl named Rhiannon, his whole “life” turns upside-down. In the course of a single day, he finds himself falling more and more in love with Rhiannon. But here’s the thing: he knows that tomorrow, he won’t be Justin. And that’s true. The next day, he wakes up in the body of someone else – but nothing’s changed. He soon realizes that no matter which person he wakes up as, he’s still in love with her.

Poor A.

I really liked Every Day because it was an easy read: it didn’t have words and sentences that made me trip over them (unlike Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi, but that’s a book for another day, isn’t it?) I found the plot intriguing, yet Levithan told the story in a way that made the story seem simple but at the same time so complicated.

I applaud him for that. Clap, clap, clap. Okay, moving on.

There were a few things that bothered me, though. The first one doesn’t need much saying: A’s stalkerish, disruptive, selfish behavior. He borrows the lives of others, and what does he do with them? A small hint: he skips. Class, tests, important family trips. Things that would actually be really important to the people whom he borrows a day from. When you look at it though, he doesn’t even borrow anymore: he steals. He uses those “borrowed” 24 hours for his own… interest: namely, Rhiannon. That sounds more like being selfish than being in love.

How strange it must have been for Rhiannon, to have some guy who isn’t even really a guy following her around, arranging meet-ups with her, et cetera. And here’s one more thing I don’t understand: she’s in love with A when he’s a he. But when he’s a she, that’s a whole different story. So it’s completely okay for Rhiannon to love A when he’s in a dude’s body, but when he’s in a girl’s body, Rhiannon can’t love him. What I don’t get about this is why A expects Rhiannon to always adjust, to always love him despite what’s on the surface. As much as I love the message this sends out, it seems really… unrealistic. Rhiannon is human, with her own preferences, and for her, all of that (hey-the-guy-I-love-is-sometimes-a-guy-but-also-sometimes-a-girl) must have been very confusing. Goodness knows I’m pretty confused too.

Poor Rhiannon.

Despite those things, I loved Every Day. This is the first time I’ve ever read Levithan (oh, where have I been living? Under a rock?) but I don’t imagine that this will be the last.

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Ang Medalya (Arturo Dominguez Jr.)

I really, really needed to like this book. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. It was a requirement for class in the fourth quarter.

Ang Medalya tells the tale of a thirteen-year-old boy named Rodel who visits San Luis, the home of his cousin Nardo. There, he makes friends with Rowena, as well as other people. But somehow, he gets on the wrong side of Dado, who gets green with envy at the mere thought of Rowena developing an… interest in Rodel. Dado is basically the town bully: together with his friends, Bubot and Andy, Dado forms a plan to “befriend” Rodel and persuades him into coming with Dado and his friends to climb the mountain, Tigmawag. They eventually get there and when they get the chance, Dado and his friends abandoned Rodel. Rodel gets lucky though because an old hermit named Tandang Kandor finds him. Things go wrong, however, when Dado, Bubot, and Andy get kidnapped by a rebel group.

Honestly, I think the writing was overdone a bit. The words were huge and although the story was in Filipino, there were some strange bursts of English in between some parts.

Also, the plot was quite… I don’t know. Odd? Peculiar? Dado is thirteen years old. Why would he waste his time bringing Rodel to the mountain and letting him get lost there on purpose? Even though he is practically the biggest jerk around, I doubt even the biggest thirteen-year-old jerk would wish such things on someone like that. But no. Dado had to get revenge on Rodel, who didn’t even do anything to him.

What?

So even after all these weeks, I still can’t bring myself to like this book. Sorry, Mr. Dominguez.

Homestuck Books 1 & 2

Homestuck Books 1 & 2

Look at what I got in the mail a few days ago! The Homestuck books are absolutely amazing. Why? Well…

  • You can’t just not love the author’s notes at the bottom of each page.
  • The colors and the drawings are very vivid and true to the story (no kidding).
  • The paper’s great! Who doesn’t like good paper?
  • They’re fantastic introductions to the webcomic.
  • Although they’re a bit expensive bulky, they’re perfect gifts for any Homestuck fan.
  • They smell good.

Though if I had to choose, I’d read it straight from the site, MS Paint Adventures. It’s free. But there’s nothing like wonderful-smelling comic books, I suppose.

We’ve All Had That Teacher

Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her?

Even though this was the prompt for January 8, I’d like to answer. Hold your horses, though. This is quite a long story, since I’ve known this teacher ever since she first started teaching in my school. Continue reading

New Year’s Resolutions

These, as said by the title, are my New Year’s resolutions. Oh boy, that first one.

1. Sleep early.
2. Write a novel.
3. Sell an EP. 
4. Get an A in Math.
5. Finish reading all the books on my shelf.
6. Fill a notebook with poems.
7. Finish a fanfiction I haven’t looked at in around a year.
8. Get fifty followers.
9. Learn to play two instruments.
10. Finish a drawing. A real one, not one of those horrible cartoon sketches I do in class.

Those are the little ones… the ones that I want to happen. And, well, all those little ones, they’re for me. Although yes, I want to make others happy, I want to make myself happy first; if I’m not happy with what I do, how can I expect others to be? Which brings me to part two of my resolutions.

1. Raise awareness for a cause.
2. Be more conscious with my words.
3. Donate money.

I guess I should also add stop procrastinating to the first list, but you know. Let’s wait and see. 😉

Me Time: A Saturday in My Life

My ideal Saturday:

Frances’s eyelids flutter open. Her dreams still caught on the hem of her pajama pants, she turns over and descends into a cloud of sleep. It’s ten in the morning when she finally decides to really, truly wake up and get out of bed.

She reaches for the laptop, her stomach grumbling in protest. It’s time to eat breakfast now, says the poor digestive organ. She then opens that familiar little icon on the desktop and begins to play. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this game, she thinks.

She realizes that yes, her digestive system is waiting for her. She scrambles down the stairs and is welcomed by a delicious scent. A wonderful, scrumptious aroma. Bacon. Who cares if she gets fat after eating it? Bacon makes horrible days bad days; bacon makes good days better days. Right?

After gobbling up the bacon, she parks in front of the laptop once again and does her own thing. Until, once again, that organ underneath her torso that contains gastric juices calls.

My Saturday:

Frances wakes up at eight in the morning. There is no time for shenanigans.  Her eyelids are drooping, but she can’t, she mustn’t, and she shan’t waste time. Her algebra problems beckon her. And after that, her meiotic and mitotic problems will take over. There is no time to waste. Time is gold. On the contrary, however, time is algebra. Time is biology.

After she finishes all that, she recalls that she still has Christmas gifts to take care of. This’ll never end, will it? Just when it does end, she remembers once again that she has another thing to do. Another quiz. It’s a Filipino quiz, meaning she can’t wing it. She can’t save it for Sunday either, because, well, let’s just say that other, more personal things demand her Sundays. Great Caesar’s ghost.