Dear Someone XXXVI

Dear Someone,

I want a new main character in young adult fiction.

One who doesn’t fall in love.

One who deals with bullies, and the worst bully is herself.

She tries to be everything everyone wants her to be, and crumbles more and more ever day.

You see it throughout the book. Her thought process.

She starts on top. Yet–page by page, negative connotations and anxiety, take you on the journey of her mind.

And, by the end she’s sitting in the ruins of her life.

She wonders how she got her, and she wants to blame everyone else.

But–you know.

It was her.













I’m frustrated, angry, confused, wrapped in a parcel.

The best thing to do in these times is drive to the library. Grab a ton of random books. Find a lonely, isolated corner, and get completely lost in words. Get lost in different worlds. Get lost in characters–fall in love with a few and cry with many.

Words–such a powerful weapon. You may not know you have so much power, but you do, and it’s hidden in sentences.

Words–I’ll find love for you again when I read. I will find some paragraph or sentence that will rebuild our friendship.

‘She was fascinated with words. To her words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.’ –Dean Koontz.

‘I look books. I love that moment when you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that’s way more interesting than yours will ever be.’ Elizabeth Scott.

‘I have loved words and I have hated them. I hope I have made them right.’ Marcus Zusak.



Endings are goodbyes.

Beginnings are hellos.

The middle is the fights, hugs, love, joy, adventures, dark days, taken chapter by chapter.

I am finishing a recent chapter, I’ve tried to keep it going for so long, but now I’m done fighting.

One day, I will skim back and laugh, because it all worked out for something better. I may know this, but I somehow I still want it here.

Because this chapter was personal and at first perfect, but then turned and stabbed me in the back. He’s slipping through my fingers, though I never had him. My life is shifting, though I never had control.

Not me, don’t get your hopes up….

What You Read Shapes Who You Are

As a reader, I’ve heard that my whole life. And I never realized the truth behind that statement before. Especially for me. Everything that I say, write, do, seems to be influenced by something I’ve read in my life.

I think a great reader is born at birth. A true reader knows that the book they hold in their hand is not just pages full of words, but a world that someone created, each character influenced by real people and by the author’s imagination.

My love for read started when it was taught to me by my Mom, and since then my love for books grows more and more. I’ll admit, I enjoy classics and fantasies more than anything but I’m willing to delve into any book given to me.

Some of the things I’ve done because of books are sometimes humiliating. Like staying inside to get ‘porcelain’ skin so I could be a proper lady. But if it wasn’t for books, I wouldn’t be talking the way I do, I wouldn’t be a dreamer, or talk to trees, and I wouldn’t have this blog.

I feel like every book I’ve read is held in some place in my heart, and every character has shaped me in some weird way. Anne Shirley is my number one book role model has taught me almost everything I know. Jo March has taught me to be myself through all trials. Elizabeth Bennett has taught me that people should love you for who you are. Katniss Everdeen has taught me to be brave for the people that love you. Lucy Pevensie taught me to believe in anything I want and let no one change my mind. Rudy Steiner (my most favorite boy role model) taught me to be a faithful friend until I die. And there are so many more.

So my question to you is what character from a book has shaped you?

I Played Cards With Rudy Steiner

I was sitting across from one of my dad’s best friend’s step son. A newly immigrated twelve-year-old from Germany. His accent was thick and his English was blanketed in it. He was a tall and lanky, and the hair the color of lemons. I was sitting across from one of my favorite book characters ever. Rudy Steiner.


To explain to people who have not read The Book Thief, Rudy Steiner is a twelve-year-old boy who is a tall, lankly, running, soccer playing, thieving, German boy living in a poor stricken town during WWII.

Well here I was, playing this ‘Rudy’ in cards. I had taught him GoFish and he refused to say that, so he said, “No Fish,” or “Go Fishing.” He was cocky, refusing to admit defeat, just like my favorite character and all I could do was smile and tell him had lost. I played if later in chess and he beat me badly

I watched him play soccer with a tennis ball, since all our soccer balls had disappeared. He kicked it around and it reminded me of the part of the book where they said they had no ball so they made one.

I watched him eat more than anyone and stay as skinny as a rail, making me feel sick. And he even ate dessert afterwards.

I watched him ditch my brother to come hang out with me and my older sister. He had no fear of girls whatsoever, much like Rudy.

As I sat on my bed later, I realized this boy, this beautiful character was a blessing. How many times in your life do you get to meet one of your favorite characters? Not often enough. I know I’m going to see ‘Rudy’ a lot more because our dads are friends, and I’m glad because I believe Rudy and I are going to be good friends.