Friday, April 27, 2018

X is for...XENNIALS

Why do we feel like outsiders sometimes?
The answer is because we’re special. Let’s see:  

As children we played outdoors, engaged in games we made ourselves, a long time before the advent of gaming consoles, we wrote actual letters for our friends and passed notes in class.
We weren’t able to coordinate meeting using text or WhatsApp, we had to use a receiver to call to our friends’ houses, speak to their parents and then finally we could talk to our friends, without not privacy, btw.
 We don’t always have a cell phone, but we grew up watching their development.
We don’t always have an iPod. When we were teens, we recorded cassettes from the radio. I remember the adrenaline and the excitement when a favorite song was played, and we get to press the rec button on time.
We use social media but can remember living life without it. Before social media we needed to rely on our best friend and her ability to gossip, so we can have information about the boy we liked.
The internet was not a part of our childhoods, that’s true, but also, it’s true that computers existed and there was something special about the opportunity to use one.
 Economically, Xennials have seen it all. They are old enough to remember the end of a long period of growth (following a small recession) in the 1990s, but they came of age around the time that the “dot-com bubble” burst and saw the decline and major recession of the 2000s. In other words, they were first given a sweet taste of the good life and then kicked in the face.
Xennials aren't too much of any one thing, it’s more like a unique situation of balance.
Some people say that Xennials are the lucky ones.

Like I said, we’re not lucky.  we’re special. 

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Thursday, April 26, 2018

W is for...WISHES

“Star light Star bright,
 First star I see tonight,
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
I have a wish, I wish tonight. “

Pick and star, make a wish, dream about it and then work to make it real.
Never stop dreaming,
Never stop fighting,

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atozchallenge website.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

U is for... UNWANTED

“What he doesn't want is to get caught.”
 “Well, I would rather get caught, than die.”
“This is your fault Jake, so, shut up, and jump!”

We were the doomed boys, the unwanted ones, Society called us orphans.  I called us survivors.
Last year, Will, Tommy and I escaped from the bullshit system. Finally, we were free and because of me, maybe until today.
Will was the oldest one, I didn’t know what we would do if he was caught.  I scared away that thought and mentally smacked the back of my head and I just did what he said. I ran.
           My leg hurt, it was a bad landing when I jumped from the fire-stair, but I needed to keep going a little longer and we would be safe. Will always has a plan B.
“You’re an idiot.” Tommy had been yelling at me for the past five minutes and I barely could catch my breath. “That’s the first rule moron! Don’t do anything stupid.”
            “Look, I didn’t want to steal it, the food was going to expire soon anyway, it was going to end in the trash, I don’t know why the asshole clerk called the cops?”
“Because it’s shoplifting, idiot.”
“You’re right,” Of course he was, I just was pissed off, sometimes life wasn’t fair, and now Will was in trouble because of me. “I’m going to the police station.”
            “Jake, you listen to me very carefully, you’ll stay here, and we’ll wait for Will. Now give me that backpack, I’ll make us something to eat. Moron.”
             It was almost eight in the morning and Will never showed up. I left all my money and a note next to Tommy’s bed. It didn’t matter he would never understand why I left.
 I was walking around the corner when a hand pulled me into the alley. Shit! I almost had a heart-attack.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?”
“Will!” I blinked twice to be sure it was him. I hugged him, knowing he was okay.
            “Next town will be better,” Will said and he smacked the back of my head, and then Tommy did it as well.
“The hell!” They were laughing, and I was laughing too. I didn’t care where we were going. I got my brothers and that was enough for me.

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Monday, April 23, 2018

T is for... True Love

She liked the mysterious look in Will’s eyes. It was kind of unsettled and right at the same time.
He had a tattoo inside his left wrist and another one on his shoulder. She saw it once, one day of many days she was hiding from her mother, she went to the park and sat on the bench faking to bury her face in a book. But she was watching him, waiting for him.
The guys started their basketball game and Will showed up a few minutes later. He finished his cigarettes and crushed with his running shoe.  Will took his shirt off and joined the game.
She couldn’t take her eyes away. Will was so much beauty in just one person.
Could she love him that much even if she had never spoken to him before? Because she indeed was in love.

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Saturday, April 21, 2018


My life sucks!
Why did I agree to come here?
This place is worst than hell…
There is no cell phone reception or internet for start, but there are mosquitos and nature everywhere.
I don’t know anybody and thanks God for that, because people here seem so chirped and happy and cheerful, like if they were in a constant baby shower party.
And don’t get me to talk about the creepy forest. Why does this place have to be next to the most dangerous place in the world? A forest, a forest!
I want to go home but then I would have to expend the
 rest of the summer with my stupid new stepmother without school as an escape.
I hate my mom, and I hate my dad.
“Abby, honey, you’ll love it. This is going to be an experience you’ll with remember forever. My parents said.

And I’m afraid they were right, this is going to be a nightmare for life.
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Friday, April 20, 2018


This is one of my favorites poems by Roberts frost and ever.
When I’m tired, when I want to escape, when I need a moment to myself,
I read the last part of the poem,
it always reminds me that the more important of life is to live.


…So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so, I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018


By: Lauren Oliver
Year: 2014
Genre: Y/A Thriller. Suspense.

Written in third person limited POV, from the perspective of both main characters, Panic is the story of Heather and Dodge competing in a legendary game played by the graduating seniors in a boring small town in the middle of nowhere. The risks are high, but the payoff is even higher. Secrets, tension, danger, and braveness filled every page of this book.
Panic was my first book by Lauren Oliver, I read it a few months ago and I read it again this week. Usually, when I don’t know the author, I search some of the reviews and comments in order to know where I’m getting into.
The reviews about this book weren’t the best. Let’s put it in this way: for some reviewers including bloggers that I follow, this book wasn’t “good enough.” 
One of the things seems to bother some readers is that in somewhere in Goodreads, Panic was labeled as a Dystopia, so they go into the book thinking they will find something similar to The Hunger Games and Divergent. Well, this book is Not a Dystopia, it is a contemporary suspense. Which is a perfect example of how dangerous labels and unfair reviews can be.
However, the synopsis called my attention and I decided to give it a shot, although I didn’t have any expectation.
“For Heather and Dodge, the game will bring new alliances, unexpected revelations, and the possibility of first love for each of them—and the knowledge that sometimes the very things we fear are those we need the most.”
I’m so glad that I read Panic. Wow, I loved everything about this book, from the beginning the pace is fast and with tension.
I liked the writing style, Oliver has a gift to make descriptions unique. The plot is more complex of what it seems at first, and I would say the concept is something uncommon in YA, which make the book even greater.
The author includes different subplots, which it could feel like it’s too much, but for me, it just makes the story more authentic
 The voices of the two main characters are clear, completely different at the point that they clash with each other. There is no way the reader misunderstand in which POV every chapter is told.
 The strengths of this book are the characters. Oliver’s characters are so believable that they pop out of the pages. Dodge, the male protagonist is the best. He is a powerful character, strong and with fire in him. When I was in his POV, I could feel everything he was feeling, his anger, his fearless, his determination and very deeply buried in his heart, there was love.  It was overwhelming.
 The weakness in Panic are: First, a few predictable twists. I like surprises, and when I guess what is coming in a book, it takes some of the emotion. Sometimes is good to be right and tell ‘I knew it’ but in this case, I would prefer to open the door and be amazed.
Second, the rush at the end that it felt chopped. It was like being in a rollercoaster and the ride ended before the last turn. It had a bittersweet taste.
However, one of the things I like the most about this author is how invested she is with her characters. It’s important to take the time to develop unforgettable characters. I’ve read books that I don’t like the plot or the writing or the narrative, but the characters are so great that makes me keep reading. I believe a good character could make a difference between good stories and bad ones, even it could save it.
The only thing I wanted more was at almost at the end. I’d love is the writer would spend more time developing the anticipation at the end and if she’d make it a little more difficult for the protagonist in the last quarter of the book, for a better impact of the last chapter.
100% Recommended.

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