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after a sucky hiatus, i am back nerds. and i bring gifts in the form of recs! i haven't been reading anything new exactly (which isn’t true it’s just that i have yet to finish any of the five books i am currently reading), because well busy, but i do come with tidings of some of my favorites.
have you ever had those authors that just spin words and storylines in such a beautiful way you want to cry? i’ve got a couple here for you to check out.
read read read read until your hands bleed,
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okay. i have no idea why, but i have been dreading writing this post (i mean ask aubrey she’s been asking me to give it to her for like a week). all right i lied. i know why. and it’s mostly because i knew exactly what it was going to have to be about. i mean i could completely avoid it forever and never bring it up, yet i feel like i almost need to. i need to write these words and express my f e e l i n g s. it’s probably the only way i will fully be able to heal and process my emotions. and boy do i have emotions. emotions that are all wrapped around jamie fraser.
today i will be discussing/ranting/sobbing/groaning over Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. guys!! this one is a doozy. it took me a solid month to get over this book, and i haven’t even dared to pick up the sequel. i passed it in the book store the other day, and my hand legitimately shook.
as per usual, i’m going to begin my ranting with a couple of pet peeves i have when it comes to the literary world in the form a list (i feel like by now all my posts have to have lists. i must have a complex or something):
so i say all of this to acknowledge that Diana Gabaldon has created a world in which none of these things exist. have you ever read a book that has ruined you for all other books?? read Outlander and you will find out. it is the first novel in an epic eight-book saga that chronicles the lives of claire beauchamp and jamie fraser and many other incredible characters.
this book, this novel, this story, this epic wonderful adventure gave me feelings. lots of them. ones i don’t think i will ever be able to escape from. the emotions, the setting, the characters leap off the page with a type of real you can’t even imagine. as a writer, i am extremely jealous of Gabaldon’s talent to create a world i feel is as tangible as my own.
now, get on your feet, grab you keys and drive, or run i don’t care, and grab this book off the nearest book-shelf. it is calling you, and it demands your attention.
and to make your day even better, starz recently turned the series into a show and it is excellent. nothing quite like seeing your favorite story lines coming to life before your eyes. okay wow, now i will go cry over jamie fraser again. i think you can see why i didn’t want to write this post. it just brings up the f e e l i n g s all over again.
mary lynn “i need therapy when it comes to literary characters” wells
p.s. i feel like this post was kinda ranty?? and kind of a mess?? sorry?? i’m an emotional gal??
okay let’s talk books. are you one of those types who feels an immediate sense of comfort when you walk into a bookstore? or do you often claim that barnes & noble is your favorite store? and you have this sort-of issue where you’re always buying books even if you never read them?
whelp that’s me! a bonafide book nerd.
i’m mary lynn and this is my space to vent. welcome.
i have been book-obsessed for about seven years now, but obviously over the years my tastes have varied and changed. no worries, we are going to cover all genres here. as a nineteen-year-old with a laptop and a car, books can be surprisingly hard to find. i’m a cover and synopsis type of gal, yet sometimes these things can be less than satisfactory. so i know how hard it can be to find some really good fiction, which i fully believe is something that we all need.
and here, i will be your supplier with things like recommendations and book reviews and all sorts of book-nerdy things. i hope you enjoy.
today, we are starting with my twelve-year-old self because she was great. and little twelve-year-old me was obsessed with PERCY JACKSON by rick riordan.
(here are the original covers for the five novels)
these novels are awesome. seriously. they are filled with excellent dialogue, kick-ass adventures, cool-as-cucumber characters, and the best part is i got to read them as i grew up (in the first book percy is twelve too aka awesomesauce).
i read these like last year and they were still just as great the first time around for various excellent reasons, but i shall list some of my faves:
also, they recently recovered the novels and they look epic. rick riordan has written other series based off mythological legends that are definitely worth being checked out. thanks guys, look out for more book recs coming your way.
p.s. me and aubrey are deeply in love
documenting the fun years.