Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
I'm back
Fur realz this time. And I've got presents for you!
Captain Holly Short is unconvinced, and discovers that Artemis is suffering from Atlantis Complex, a psychosis common among guilt-ridden fairies - not humans - and most likely triggered by Artemis’s dabbling with fairy magic. Symptoms include obsessive-compulsive behavior, paranoia, multiple personality disorder and, in extreme cases, embarrassing professions of love to a certain feisty LEPrecon fairy.
Unfortunately, Atlantis Complex has struck at the worst possible time. A deadly foe from Holly’s past is intent on destroying the actual city of Atlantis. Can Artemis escape the confines of his mind – and the grips of a giant squid – in time to save the underwater metropolis and its fairy inhabitants?
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
Now, in a brand-new series from blockbuster best-selling author Rick Riordan, fans return to the world of Camp Half-Blood. Here, a new group of heroes will inherit a quest. But to survive the journey, they’ll need the help of some familiar demigods.
1. This site: Too many zombies is a freakin' awesome sit filled with zombies (obviously). There's one for every day.
2. The new Artemis Fowl. It's coming out. Next month.
Synopsis I stole off of Amazon:Artemis has committed his entire fortune to a project he believes will save the planet and its inhabitants, both human and fairy. Can it be true? Has goodness taken hold of the world’s greatest teenage criminal mastermind?
Captain Holly Short is unconvinced, and discovers that Artemis is suffering from Atlantis Complex, a psychosis common among guilt-ridden fairies - not humans - and most likely triggered by Artemis’s dabbling with fairy magic. Symptoms include obsessive-compulsive behavior, paranoia, multiple personality disorder and, in extreme cases, embarrassing professions of love to a certain feisty LEPrecon fairy.
Unfortunately, Atlantis Complex has struck at the worst possible time. A deadly foe from Holly’s past is intent on destroying the actual city of Atlantis. Can Artemis escape the confines of his mind – and the grips of a giant squid – in time to save the underwater metropolis and its fairy inhabitants?
Cover I stole off of Amazon.co.uk:
An you can read the first chapter here.
3. ( I just found this out) Apparently another freakin' awesome book is coming out soon too. The Heroes of Olympus, Book One: The Lost Hero. It's the next Camp Half-Blood series, it's got some old demigods some new ones.
Another synopsis I stole off of Amazon:After saving Olympus from the evil Titan lord, Kronos, Percy and friends have rebuilt their beloved Camp Half-Blood, where the next generation of demigods must now prepare for a chilling prophecy of their own:
Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.
Now, in a brand-new series from blockbuster best-selling author Rick Riordan, fans return to the world of Camp Half-Blood. Here, a new group of heroes will inherit a quest. But to survive the journey, they’ll need the help of some familiar demigods.
Cover:
And you can read the first two chapters here. The password is newhero.
4. Maureen Johnson is running a YA Lit Day at LeakyCon 2011. In related news, anyone knows where I could find out more about LeakyCon?
5. For my birthday (which was 9 days ago) I bought a huge stack of books. I would show you but my presents did not include a camera. I will be doing reviews of the books later on though.
6.Two Skulduggery Pleasant books. One year. I have neither yet but I will get them. Until then go over to Derek Landy's blog. It has the cover art for Mortal Coil and other cool stuff (plus the more we comment the more he has to blog)
7. My friend started a website reviewing manga. Go check it out.
8. For all member of the UK or the Commonwealth there is competition going on where you can win The Terry Pratchett Prize. For more info go here. I'll be making a list of a bunch of turning points in history and I will include mine, I just won't tell you what it is.
I think that's it, though there's probably something I've forgotten that I will remember much later. Oh well.
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Nushi-ke
Friday, April 30, 2010
Where I have been?
Shh, I'm not even supposed to be telling you this. I'm on a sekrit mission fighting the unicorn menace! I'm warning you because they're everywhere, disguising themselves amongst you, spreading ideas like book-banning and pollution!
I wish.* What I was really doing this month? Procrastinating. I came up with on short story idea, several book ideas and some Youtube video ideas (I'm not even on Youtube...yet). I even came up with the best book title ever. And forgot it. All I remember is that it as a parody of something from litereature I may have heard from the vlogbrothers. The book is told entirely from someone's internal monologue and it has the word "Monologue" in it. It is about 3 words long. Feel free to leave your suggestions in the comments.
This month wasn't a total bust though. I read some fabulous books like "Wings" and "The Light Fantastic". Caught up on my manga like D. Gray Man. This would be the part where I promise to be on more but I can't. In approx. 24 days I have to take some of the hardest exams of my life and then I have end of term. On the plus side I will put up at least one story on my deviantART and finish my thing for a sekrit projekt (click here for more details If I survive you will see me talking to my fridges and wearing my clothes upside down. Oh and if I get time I will tell you all about my Great Script Frenzy Adventure!!!
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Nushi-ke
*or am I telling the truth?
Friday, March 5, 2010
Just a few more things
- I realised that though I started this blog about writing I don't write much about it. But then you never can write if you have never read, or lived.
- I find it easier to type out emotional scenes than write them out. When you're writing you have to think about the words, when you're typing its only letters.
The Book Thief
Today I finished The Book Thief by Mark Zuckerman. The most important thing that happened while I read this book, at the end I cried.
I do not cry easily, in my life I have cried only a handful of times. I like to think I am tough, and I want to save my tears for important things. The Book Thief was very important.
The Book Thief is about WWII Germany, this is no heroic story of me plotting to overthrow Hitler, or a Jew's struggle in a concentration camp, this is something we tend to forget about. The regular Germans. The one who hid while miles above their heads the Allies planes dropped their deaths. The one who cried when their brothers, their fathers died in places too far away from home. This is about a girl named Liesel. It is narrated, appropriately in the circumstances by Death.
This book is beautiful and terrible. Through the novel Death tells you the end. His reason is because the mystery bores him, it is much more interesting seeing the events leading to it. He is right. And even though you now the ending it still culminates in the realisation of the undercurrent of pain and sorrow you feel throughout the novel. And happiness and hope. Even while I read The Book Thief through my tears and saw in my head Liesel going through the streets of the now destroyed Himmel,Heaven in German, seeing the bodies of those she loved I knew that this was the best way it had to end. The books thief saved by a book and Death receiving her story.
There is much more to this story than I can say but I can say that after I finished reading The Book Thief I saw how small it really was. 54s paged did not seem adequate to tell a story like this.
And in remembrance of Death and his distractions today I looked at the colours of the sky. It was a pale blue, fading to almost white in some parts, or a transparency but with nothing on the other side. There was a long cloud, wispy but much thicker than the ones around it. It reminded me of an arrow, stretching across the sky and pointing to a direction I could not see.
And just on more thing, I typed this blog out as soon as I got on the computer, I did not watch TV or do anything to make me forget the terrible brilliance of this story. It made me want to write a story like it, a story so beautiful that in the end you will cry from joy or sorrow or the strange yet familiar mix of the two. That is what the best stories can do. And now with my eyes still burning from the tears I can tell you that this is the end
I do not cry easily, in my life I have cried only a handful of times. I like to think I am tough, and I want to save my tears for important things. The Book Thief was very important.
The Book Thief is about WWII Germany, this is no heroic story of me plotting to overthrow Hitler, or a Jew's struggle in a concentration camp, this is something we tend to forget about. The regular Germans. The one who hid while miles above their heads the Allies planes dropped their deaths. The one who cried when their brothers, their fathers died in places too far away from home. This is about a girl named Liesel. It is narrated, appropriately in the circumstances by Death.
This book is beautiful and terrible. Through the novel Death tells you the end. His reason is because the mystery bores him, it is much more interesting seeing the events leading to it. He is right. And even though you now the ending it still culminates in the realisation of the undercurrent of pain and sorrow you feel throughout the novel. And happiness and hope. Even while I read The Book Thief through my tears and saw in my head Liesel going through the streets of the now destroyed Himmel,Heaven in German, seeing the bodies of those she loved I knew that this was the best way it had to end. The books thief saved by a book and Death receiving her story.
There is much more to this story than I can say but I can say that after I finished reading The Book Thief I saw how small it really was. 54s paged did not seem adequate to tell a story like this.
And in remembrance of Death and his distractions today I looked at the colours of the sky. It was a pale blue, fading to almost white in some parts, or a transparency but with nothing on the other side. There was a long cloud, wispy but much thicker than the ones around it. It reminded me of an arrow, stretching across the sky and pointing to a direction I could not see.
And just on more thing, I typed this blog out as soon as I got on the computer, I did not watch TV or do anything to make me forget the terrible brilliance of this story. It made me want to write a story like it, a story so beautiful that in the end you will cry from joy or sorrow or the strange yet familiar mix of the two. That is what the best stories can do. And now with my eyes still burning from the tears I can tell you that this is the end
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