Book Review: Heist Society

Katerina is a world renouned thief. Okay, she doesn't want to be, but it's the family business, and sometimes you have to work with what you got. Katerina decides to walk away from er lifestyle and enrolls in a private boarding school. When she is kicked out for doing something she did not do, Her friend, and "ex" partner in crime, W.W. Hale the Fifth, tells her that her dad is in heaps of trouble. That's when Kat returns, though reluctantly, to the lifestyle of her youth.

I absolutely LOVED this book! It was a fun, quick read. Kat is such a loveable character, and then of course, so is Hale. Hale is another guy to add to my list of fictional characters that I am deeply in love with. The other characters are alot of fun too. There are the crazy brothers, bratty Gabrielle, Simon, the boy genius, and Nick, who Hale can't seem to trust for some reason.

The end of an era

When I went to see Eclipse, I saw an ahhmazing trailer for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

The last movie.

As I was writing this post, I realized that HP started a chain of events for me and my family.

I was ten when my cousin dragged me to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I went, reluctantly, kicking and screaming. After seeing it, I was hooked. Thus beginning an era for myself.

I got the first three books in paperback and zipped through them. I wanted a Harry Potter scarf. They were too expensive, so my mom said she'd learn to make one for me. She learned to knit, and she taught me. Thus began my love of knitting.

My mom read the books. As a average parent of a ten year old, she wanted to know what her kid was reading. I told my dad about the books. He was semi interested, and agreed to read them, probably just to make me happy. I told countless other family members that they HAD to read these books. And they did. My dad never read before reading Harry Potter. Now, he's almost as much of a bookworm as me. ALMOST.

Our librarian told my mom that the fourth book was really dark. So, we read it together. It was a very special time for me, personally.

I waited for what seemed like FOREVER for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix to come out. We preordered it, and it was delivered the morning it was released. My mom was still sleeping, and I was SOO mad because she wanted to read it first. To "check" and make sure it was "appropriate". Yeah, sure.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night and going to the bathroom, on my dresser was the book. I got a total of 0 hours of sleep that night and finished it the following night.

When the sixth book was released, we once again preordered it. I expected it to come first thing.

It didn't.

I was pacing the kitchen floor, freaking out. Finally, I went online and looked up spoilers. And cried. Finally, my dad just took me to Walmart to get the book. Later that day, I went to a pool party. I told my friend I knew who died. He told me he didn't believe me, so I told him. He was in shock. I thought he had finished the book, but apparently, he hadn't. Oopsies.

I went to go see Harry Potter 5 at midnight. I WAS SO MAD. It ruined the whole book, and I compained throughout the movie. That was the first midnight showing I'd ever been to.

Harry Potter 7 was released while I was performing in 'Aladdin'. After the opening performance, I went to Borders to get the book as soon as it was released. I was dressed as Fleur Delecour. For the performance the next day, I didn't want to go on stage. Now, this is a very strange thing for me. I'm a ham. But, I was too busy reading HP7!

Between books, I reread the series countless times. They were my go to happy books.

So, as we come to an end of an era, the end of Harry Potter, I believe I am also coming to the end of another era: my childhood.

Stuff

Hi.

I haven't posted in a while. I felt the need to.

I SAW ECLIPSE! AHLEJGDJJ

Just sayin.


Oh, and that was "IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME" btw.

Pretty Poem I found...

A White Rose

by John Boyle O'Reilly

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips."

Delete

Delia’s quivering hands were splayed across the keyboard.

Dear Anthony,

She began to type. She froze, a lump lingering in her throat. Tears began to well up in her deep brown eyes. She shook her head quickly and hastily held down the delete key. If only she could delete events in her life as easily as she could delete words on her computer screen. Then, she would delete the event of becoming friends with him.

NO, she firmly told herself. No, she knew that she still would have wanted to be friends with him. She would still have needed to be friends with him.

It was the falling in love with him that she would delete. Or the heartbreak that followed. The endless crying. The ruined makeup and forced smiles. The awkward friendship.

Delia, Anthony and Sarah had been inseparable since the fresh age of five. However, during their Freshman year at Fairview High, Sarah left the trio. Sarah was athletic and loved by most of the student body. Anthony and Delia were theatre geeks. Throughout their Freshman year, Delia and Anthony clung to each other. Same thing with Sophomore year. And then came Junior year. Or Armageddon, as Delia fondly remembered it.

Sarah miraculously remembered that Anthony and Delia existed and took an interest in them. By then, Delia had realized that she liked Anthony. As more than a friend. She was working up the courage to tell him when Sarah texted her:

“OMG, Ant iz such a hawty. And I think he lykz me, omg! Do u think so??”

Delia was shocked. Shy, nerdy Anthony was the polar opposite of Sarah’s last boy toy. Delia knew if she wanted to tell Anthony how she felt, she would have to act quickly.

That night, she called Anthony. She told him she had something important to tell him. He said that he did, too. Delia told him to go first.

“Sarah likes me back!” Anthony said happily.

Delia was speechless. She hadn’t known Anthony had liked Sarah in the first place. Before she could change her mind, Delia blurted out the five words she had been dying to say:

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

The silence that followed on the other line was deafening. Finally Anthony said the six words that had led her up to this point:

“I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING FOR YOU.”

Delia shook her head, banishing the memories. She looked at the computer screen, took a deep breath, and began to type.

Dear Anthony,

Five words can ruin someone’s life. Five words ruined mine
They weren’t anything terribly tragic, like: “Your father has just died.” They were five simple words that, quite often make someone’s life a whole lot better: “I’m in love with you.”

You said that you’ve never felt anything for me. Come on now, Anthony, we both know that’s a huge lie. We were best friends, Ants. You must have felt something for me. Maybe not in the romantic sense, but something. I know I felt so many emotions for you long before I fell in love with you.

And Ants… Sarah? Really? Ants, you could do so much better. Sure, she’s gorgeous, but that’s really her only good quality, if that even counts. She’s selfish, rude, mean, judgmental, dishonest, and that ‘s not even half of it. Oh, Ants. I only wish you could hear the lies she tells her friends about you. Then you would understand, Ants.

I’m so sorry, Ants. If I could take back everything I said that lead us up to this point, I would. Oh God, believe me. I would.

Love,
Deels.

Delia stared at the computer screen. She pressed the button. The email form went blank, showing that she had successfully deleted the email. She knew no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, there would be no happy ending for she and Anthony.

She had just deleted any chance of that.

Invisible is Beautiful

Invisible is beautiful

That’s what it’s turned into.

Being skeletal is attractive

And so is vomiting.

If you’re not a size zero,

You’re basically obese.

Paper thin is beautiful,

So how should we feel?

The average American woman

Who is a size ten?

I guess that no one’s beautiful

Since nobody’s invisible.

I Wonder

Hello There,

Whoever you are.

I wonder…

Have we met?

Or,

Are you still a mystery?

Are you thinking about me?

Do you wonder who I am?

Where I am?

What I do?

Am I thinking about You?

Are you wishing you had me?

Or are you happy now?

You probably don’t know this,

But…

I dream about the day

When we finally meet.

Do you think about me

Half as much as I think about you?

Are you with some other girl,

Not sparing me one thought?

If you are,

Hey,

That’s okay,

I promise I’m not mad.

Because one day

It’ll be you and me.

And we’ll be together forever.

I Miss You

I don’t know if I’ve told you,

But I really miss you.

I miss your laugh,

Your ideas,

Your hopes and dreams.

I miss the person

Who kept my secrets.

The girl who took me seriously.

My partner in crime,

My twin,

My friend.

Seeing each other every day

Evolved to once a year.

Although I’ll probably see you soon,

Soon’s not soon enough.

Blue Eyes

Those blue eyes

Take my breath away.

I see sincerity and

Faith in me.

The questions you ask,

That nobody asks,

Make me feel

So special.

Could it be,

That you and me,

Were meant to be together?

But no, I see it now,

I was just a friend.

You like her

And I’m alone.

A stupid naïve girl.

1

New Beginnings

I picked up the box labeled “Sophie’s stuff” out of the trunk of the ancient Toyota Corolla. Sophie’s stuff. Down to one box? How did all of my ‘stuff’ get reduced to one stinking box? One box. I tore open the top. I sighed in relief when I saw my teddy bear, Cuddles on the top. As long as Cuddles was here, I’d be fine.

“Sophie?” The DCF worker who tried to make friends with me, Molly, smiled friendlily at me and wrapped her arm around me, “I’m sorry that’s all we could get. I’m sure there’s so much more you want, and maybe we can have your uncle get it in a few weeks. My throat tightened. My uncle. My uncle I’d never met. My dad’s brother. What if he was like my dad? What if he’d do the exact same thing that my dad did to me? I burst into tears, “I want to go home! I want my mom! I want my room! I DON’T want to be HERE!”

“Sophie? Sophie, is that you? Nat, Sophie’s here!” I could hear footsteps approaching me. I peeked out at the source of the noise. I did a double take. THIS was my uncle? My dad had been in his late fourties. This must be my cousin. Although I had been unaware of having to live with anyone other than my dad’s brother and his wife. This guy looked WAY younger than my uncle could be. He looked like one of those cocky college guys that all my friends tried to flirt with. He had a goofy smile on his face and curly brown hair. If I didn’t have to live with him, I would have immediately liked him.

“Hey, Soph.” He said gently, placing his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure you don’t remember me. I haven’t seen you since your kindergarten graduation. I’m Bryan. We’re cutting out the ‘uncle’ crap.” He smiled kindly at me.

Holy smokes.

“I know you’ve been through a lot,” Bryan continued, “So today we’re just gonna order in pizza and relax. We’ll show you around. Nat’s really excited you’re here. She grew up with five brothers, and she’s always wanted a sister. She went out and designed your room and bought you all this stuff. I told her that you’d probably have your own stuff and wouldn’t want her crap, but she…”

“Bry, I thought you wanted her to like us. Talking her ear off is not going to do that.” A pregnant woman, who was still petite with a dark brown ponytail had placed her hand on Bryan’s shoulder. She smiled at me, “Hey there, you must be Sophie! I’m Natalie, or Nat, as this big oaf prefers to call me.” She elbowed Brian in the side. I cracked a smile, “I’m reeeally sorry that he was the one to greet you. I know, it sucks. He’s crazy.” She looked up at Molly, who I had forgotten was even here and smiled, “Thanks for all your help, Molly. I think Bry and I…” She looked at Bryan, who had smacked his arm in an attempt to kill a mosquito and missed. “Owie…” Bryan whined, rubbing his arm . Natalie rolled her eyes and turned to face Molly again, “Um. I think I’ve got it from here.”

Molly eyed Bryan cautiously, “Um, okay. Well all the paperwork is in order, and if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call me.” She handed Natalie her card. I peeked at it:

Molly Hanson

Department of Children and Families Services

State of Connecticut

(203)-555-3849

“Thank you again, for all your help.” Natalie said, shaking hands with Molly. Molly turned to Bryan to shake his hand but he was crazily itching his newly acquired mosquito bite, “Umm, goodbye Mr. James.” “Bye.” Bryan muttered, scratching at the bite. Natalie cleared her throat and once again elbowed Bryan in the ribs. His head popped up, and immediately, a charming smile came over his face, “Goodbye, Ms. Hanson,” He said, shaking her hand professionally, “We cannot thank you enough for all the hard work you have done for us, and Miss Sophie here.” He wrapped his arm around me.

Usually, whenever a man touched me, I would slink away, praying it would end soon. This was my initial reaction. Bryan dropped his arm. He shot me a look that I couldn’t read. Molly and Natalie were talking, so he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “By the way, I am NOTHING like your father. I would never hurt you. I promise.”

Although I didn’t want to, I believed him.

Two years later, I shake hands with my principal, with a real smile on my face. I looked out and saw my family. Natalie was sitting down with my cousin, Ruby on her lap, with a huge grin on her face, her hands on top of Ruby’s hands as they clapped together. I looked at Bryan. He had tears in his eyes. He had kept his promise, and so much more. He was my best friend. I had been accepted to Yale for Pre-Med. I couldn’t have done any of what I had accomplished without Nat and Bry. And little Ruby, too.

Thank Goodness for New Beginnings.

Pardon my Higschool Musical 2 Reference... but...

WHAT TIME IS IT??!

SUMMER TIME!

And we bookworms all know what this means... Time for SUMMER READING!

As you can see, there is a brand-spanking new page up there on top with the list of books I have read so far. Currently... it's quite pathetic. But hey, today's my first official day of summer... so no fear!

Happy Fathers' Day!

Even though I am 99.99% sure that there are a total of ZERO fathers reading this blog, all my lovely readers should go and wish their fathers a very happy daddies' day from meee!

One day, my dad was getting me something from his dresser. I looked in and saw a HUGE stack of cards. Curious, I went back later to see what they were about. Just like those Hallmark commercials. My daddy has kept every Christmas, Birthday and Fathers' Day card my sister and I have ever given him. I found a Harry Potter birthday card, a Tazmanian devil Fathers' day card, and so many others. Its the little things like this that remind me why I love my daddy soo much.

Happy Fathers' Day!