Hello and happy Book Tag Tuesday! I've missed you dearly, book-ternet! You heard it here first, the extended hiatus is done, and your favorite blog is back in business! Today, I'm marking my return to the blogosphere with a fun book tag and graphics created by Read at Midnight. I was tagged by Karo, but we all know I would have stolen it off her blog anyway. I've yet to play Pokemon Go!, and I'd be incredibly late to the party if I did. However, the Pokemon franchise has been a very important part of my formative years, so this tag makes me extremely happy nonetheless.
One Christmas many many moons ago, my two siblings and I started dumping the delicious candy out of our stockings to find that Santa left some small surprise gifts in them. We each received a Game Boy and a handful of games that included a Pokemon game. My sister received Gold, my brother unwrapped Silver, and I was left with the beautiful sparkly-blue cartridge of Crystal. That day I started my very first Pokemon journey with Totodile... and then eventually restarted with Cyndaquil because I couldn't read yet to know that I could switch around my party and play as the Growlithe I caught on the way to Golden Rod City. From that day forth, I've been strictly a fire-starter kind of gal.
A few years later, I had finally figured out that reading thing and started making frequent trips to the library with my mom and siblings. My dad and sister had both tried unsuccessfully to sit me down and read to me, but I simply hated not being the one in charge of the activity and would quickly lose interest. As a fully independent young lady, the library was a treasure trove. I can't tell you just one book that I found in those shelves, there were many I gravitated toward that truly kick-started my love for reading. Perhaps a little peruse through the collage of those books below may unlock some memories for you as well.
Listen, I love Pikachu. I always will. However, something about little mischievous Pichu really gets to my poor little heart unlike any other. I love sassy Pikachu, but I'm sad Pichu doesn't get as much screen time.
In Freshman year of high school, we had to do quarterly book reports for English class. Most of my peers chose relatively short books. Not I. My overambitious-ass chose to do my very first book report on my chunky copy of Les Miserables. Since then, that book and the classic Broadway musical have, and always will, hold a very special place in my heart. I really need to give that book a reread sometime soon...
If hell is real, it's a constant loop of walking through a cave and leaving with your entire party confused because of the never-ending gods-damned Zubats.
This happens often for me, especially if I'm watching Booktube a lot at that particular time. I know a synopsis helps sell the book to an audience, but I really come to resent the book once I've heard it pitched to me ten times a day. However, this phenomenon could absolutely be remedied by me watching a more normal amount of content per day, so I can't complain about the content creators too much. Unfortunately, many of the books that fit this prompt are on my own bookshelves... and they've sat there for a long time. I think the book that's sat the longest due to this is The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey. At this point I should probably just unhaul this book, because I'm simply not going to read it. Too many people raved about it for too long, and now I'm spiteful.
I started reading YA right in peak dystopian YA craze. Funny enough, I did not start with The Hunger Games or Divergent. Instead I started my YA reading off with Matched by Allie Condie.
Does it have essentially the same formulaic plot as every other dystopian? Yes.
Are the characters particularly original? No.
Do I still look back on this series with warm fondness? Absolutely!
Honestly, if Snorlaxs fell asleep in your path that often, you should really start packing a portable bridge-type apparatus. Modern problems require modern solutions. If the Poke-world could invent Pokeballs, surely they could have invented a solution to this issue? Also, I think it's rude that the game didn't give you the option to just curl up and nap with the big guy. Man, I've been running around the whole region I'm tired.
My answer to this prompt used to be A Song of Ice and Fire, but that statement is no longer accurate, as I've officially read Game of Thrones. Instead I'll have to give this prompt to House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski. This one's been sitting on my TBR shelf for quite some time now. To be quite frank, it is intimidating as fuck. Not only is it a chunky boy book, but the formatting is supposed to make it a very slow read. It's awful but my Goodreads challenge goal is probably the thing that keeps me from picking this one up in earnest.
The textbook to my Business Law course, as well as the crippling fear of failure it brought upon my soul.
...but also Woman World by Aminder Dhaliwal, which I read in one very happy and very late sitting courtesy of Karo's Christmas package to me. (Thank you!) Also, I've had a strong desire to watch Paul Blart in Mall Cop since reading this book... which is not a sentence I ever thought I'd have to type.
Honestly, who thought giving a dinosaur boobs to make it feminine was the correct move here? That did not age well.
I'm not saying I hate romance, but in a non-romance novel, I want the romance to remain only a subplot. That being said, I don't typically put a lot of stock in the pairings of a book, and I certainly don't think much about them once I put the book down. However, strong platonic relationships always manage to hit me in the feels like nothing else. The absolute best example of this kind of bond is the connection shared by Eragon and Saphira in The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini. (Listen, I've been gone awhile, you haven't heard me gush about this series in a hot minute. Let me have this.)
I mean, comics will always be my go-to if I want to just fly through a book in one sitting. Lately I've been loving Rat Queens by Kurtis J Wiebe and Saga by Brian K Vaughan and Fiona Staples. However, in terms of a full-length novel, I'd have to give this one to Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman. Once I started reading this one, I could not put it down for anything. It was the clear fav