Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.
1. Meridon, by Philippa Gregory
"I am Will Tyacke’s whore — that’s good enough for me"
Meridon is, in fact, the third installment in a dreadful trilogy. A fact I was not aware of when I picked it up at 13 or so. Since then it’s been the literary connection to who I am when I am lost. Meridon is a gypsy brat who has nothing but the dreams of a rich estate, one she swears to belong to. Many hardships encumber her until she reaches Wideacre — hers. Though it comes at the ultimate cost. I suppose the reason I love this story is that in the end, she gives it all up. Who she was, the title she gained, everything. She has her dreams and the love she found. She’s free.
2. Wintergirls, by Laurie Halse Anderson
I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can’t see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet
There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore.
I am thawing.
It was 2009, a year before my father died, about three years into the divorce, and one or two into his remarriage. I ate nothing, wanted nothing, felt nothing. Wintergirls brought to life what I saw happening around me, through a little girl named Lia suffering from self harm, anemia, and depression. I picked this book up again a month or two before trying to commit suicide in the spring of 2013.
3. Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
"I want you to learn this, our last, lesson. Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession."
Patty and Anton met briefly for an impossible show of familiarity and love. That’s about it. Read the book.
4. The Irish Princess, by Karen Harper
"For England and long live the Queen"? No, until the day I died, my cry must be for Ireland and the Geraldines!
Another work of historical fiction with a strong female role model, this book follows Elizabeth Fitzgerald from Ireland to England. Again, it’s a story about the long journey home. To belonging.
5. The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
"I can’t believe you’re here," she says, her voice soft. "I can’t believe you found me."
"You found me first," he says.
I picked this up from a corner bookstore in my favorite sleepy coastal town. Seaside, OR. It follows Hadley as she flies from the US to London to see her father remarried. During the trip she meets Oliver, who urges her to forgive her father. It is later revealed that he is traveling to London for his own father’s funeral. They seem to fall for each other and find themselves in the right places at the right times while dealing with their own tumult lives. This book struck a chord with me of course, perhaps because by the point I read it I had both been Hadley and Oliver, and had the pleasure of meeting someone on a fleeting overseas trip. Ce’st La Vie. Does love at first sight even exist?
Here is “Knot”, a short comic I drew to sell at Mocca and TCAF this year. The printed version is going to be SO PRETTY. I’m in love with the cover (which I will post later).
I just wanted to do something fairy-tale-like that talked about doubts and frustrations and how to deal with them. I’m really happy with how colorful and adorable the story turned out to be.
If you enjoyed “Knot”, please consider reblogging it and/or checking out my ongoing webcomic Namesake! HUGS TO ALL OF YOU!
Isa’s been showing me wips of this for awhile, look how pretty this is finished, ahhh!!
Ibuprofen for my headache, anti-anxiety to help me sleep, anti-cough for a rough throat. pillows for the loneliness. Nothing for a broken heart.
does anyone remember the movie where the teenage boy was actually a mermaid or did i hallucinate it
I WASNT HIGH OFF MY ASS OH MY GOD
I wonder why our go-to reaction when sad is to become a burrito.
i’m just going to leave this here
america can’t come to terms that they’re biggest human rights violators in the entire world.
I feel like the UN needs to put America in a time out. Like, you can’t go into other countries and fix shit again until you fix yourself. America needs to find itself before it enters a relationship with the rest of the world.