Man, life sure gets in the way of having a blog. I guess I was [slightly] better at keeping up with things when I was freelancing, but now I’m working in Cubicle Land and I find myself falling behind on everything that I actually want to be doing. Such is the American Dream.
Anyway, this week is March’s Favorite Read week for Road Trip Wednesday.
Since I’m currently reading WANDERLOVE, I can’t choose it–but have no fear! I will be posting about it at the end of the week for Tracy Neithercott’s YA Book Club!
This month, it’s TWENTY BOY SUMMER by Sarah Ockler. In fact, I’ve been wanting to write a post about this book ever since I read it. Sort of like a “Dear Ms. Ockler, Stop making me and all of my extraneous words look bad” type post. Because that’s the thing about this book–there’s not a single misplaced word. At least, not as far as I could see. Every detail felt necessary, and every word/phrase was the exact right word/phrase.
Sarah Ockler is like the lovechild of John Green and Sarah Dessen.
The relationship between Anna and Matt was gorgeous and heartbreaking, and Ockler did an amazing job using the summer beach town setting to bring another dimension to the conflict and all of the emotional arcs.
This is great stuff if you’re a reader, but since I also like to write, I felt the same longing that I feel when I read Melinda Marchetta. If people exist that can write things this perfectly, then how will I ever compete?
Of course the solution is easy: write better. Which, incidentally, is not easy at all. Sigh.
So, what were your favorite reads this month? Are there any writers that make you want to wallow in your own failings?
OK, I can’t end this blog on a dark note, can I? It’s only Wednesday. So I also want to add that last night I finally saw Midnight in Paris and it reminded me of how much I adore Hemingway. Have any of you seen that movie?
Ernest Hemingway: You liked my book?
Gil: Liked? I loved all of your work.
Ernest Hemingway: Yes. It was a good book because it was an honest book, and that’s what war does to men. And there’s nothing fine and noble about dying in the mud unless you die gracefully. And then it’s not only noble but brave.