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Fangirl Review 

Let’s see if this popular book is worth the read, shall we? 

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Long story short: it definitely is.

Now, Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell is a slice of life story. To be honest, I don’t dive into this genre frequently. I prefer the fantasy and extraordinary – novels that take me out of the monotony of life instead of celebrate it. That being said, it was an enjoyable read, cute and relatable in all the ways a coming-of-age-college-romance story should be. I thoroughly enjoyed in, melted in a puddle of sap when I read all the cutesy scenes, and spent a little too long daydreaming about finding a Levi for myself.

The novel itself is about a young girl – Cath – attending her first year of college. She’s there essentially alone, seeing as how her twin sister, Wren, is more caught up in partying and drinking.

You’re right, it is Cath and Wren. Get it?

Anyways, she’s written to be a socially awkward nerd. Cath has trouble making friends, being around people, and she lives mostly on the internet writing fanfictions. She’s quite popular online, which is something, but I couldn’t help but consider her a bit of a Tumblr cliche. It’s not just her awkwardness and fanfictions – it’s her nativity, her obsession with slash (boy-on-boy) fics, sassiness, and how she’d rather live her life hiding than actually living it. Not that I’m saying any of these things are bad, but I can’t help but think that Rowel had studied internet culture and created a character solely for the purpose of being relateable. The other characters are somewhat flat – Reagan, Levi, Wren – which is too bad, but I don’t find that it harmed the story in any way. After all, the point is Cath and her development, not on the emotional struggles of everyone else. The only purpose for them being around is to basically influence Cath, so I guess that solves itself. Her father, however, is a little more fleshed out, and I appreciate Rowell’s take on bipolar and mental illness, having a bipolar dad myself.

However, I would say that those are the only few criticisms I would actually have for the book. The style was modern and engaging, and Rowell takes us deep into Cath’s head. We experience things with her, relatability or not, and it pulls us into the story. The dialogue is particularly engaging, and I’m not sure whether I like the modern language or sassiness better.

The main thing about the book that I liked, however, was Levi. Can you blame me? He’s a twenty-one year old student who used to date Cath’s roommate, but who soon falls in love with her. Can we just take a moment to talk about gorgeous male characters?

So, Levi’s a little older than Cath. He has experience. He’s touchy and in love and clearly wants to do nothing but make out with her – probably more. Fine, whatever, he’s a guy. That’s the way it goes. But he spends half the book trying to win her over. I mean, he drives across the country for her. He walks her home almost every night in the dark, he spends hours listening to her read her stories and enjoys_them. He remembers the littlest details about her, makes sure he’s always available, and takes an effort to learn about and enjoy the things that are important to her.

When they start dating, however, he’s an absolute treasure. Although they have kissed once before, he waits until he knows she’s comfortable with it. He never pressures her to come over to his house, and when she finally does spend the night in his room, he respects the fact that she’s nervous, going as far to say as that “sex isn’t even on the table if you’re not comfortable.” Whenever they get close, he always asks her if she’s okay with it, and probably my favorite thing – when she says she feels awkward and nervous about everything, he never asks her why, never presses her for answers or tells her that she’s worrying about stupid things. All he does is tell her that he would like to see her because he misses her even though it’s only been a few hours, and he’ll do whatever he can to make her feel comfortable and safe.

Basically, I want a darling boy who cares about me as much as Levi cared about Cath. Next time I have a family member in the hospital a few hours away, I’ll expect my boyfriend to drive up there and make sure I’m (and the rest of my family) is alright.

Last thing I’m going to rave on about this book – Cath’s transition into a relationship. Now, it’s well known that she writes slash, and it’s assumed that some of those scenes are probably a little more intense than just a PG-13 rating, and yet she’s incredibly naive and awkward when it comes to her own relationships with boys. Throughout the story, we see her start to process what it means to be in a relationship. She goes through the process of realizing she likes this guy, to realizing that she wants to hold his hand and kiss him and even go further than that. She doesn’t feel guilty about these feelings, doesn’t want to do this stuff to make him happy, but simply because she wants to. 

However, she also realizes that she’s not ready, and she’s okay with that. She’s not putting pressure on herself to do anything beyond what she was comfortable with. She understood where she was coming from, what she needed, and not only set boundaries for herself, but expected that everyone else around her to respect those.

You don’t see a lot of relationships handled properly in media. They’re either codependent, abusive, or some other bad representation of things. But in Fangirl, Cath was just a girl. She was discovering herself and what love means for her. Further more, she wasn’t shamed or ridiculed for the fact she’s an eighteen-year-old virgin and doesn’t lose that status by the end of the book. She’s strong and can stand on her own. She takes care of Levi as much as he takes care of her, and she’s never once compromising herself for him. To be honest, I think Rowell created an amazing relationship standard that mroe young girls (and boys) should be learning. Instead of all the other crap, of course.

Have you read the book? What’re your thoughts?

We’re All Allowed To Have Lazy Days

This one just happens to be one of mine. 

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Busy weekend with my sister’s birthday, busy week ahead of me working and starting to move into my new place, and I think I may or may not be getting sick. By sick I mean that I’ve pretty much slept through the past three days and I’m still exhausted, but hey, we’ll see how it goes. Hopefully it’s just a result of what my dad refers to as ‘the monthlies,’ but I’m really hoping I won’t be falling asleep on the job tomorrow.

Anyways, because I’m being slightly lazy today and owed you all a post anyway, I thought I’d show you guys some incredible things I just found on Youtube. You all know what TED talks are, right? I just found these two over the past days of endless sleep that really got me thinking. I think they’re so crazy important to listen to and to understand – and the women who do the speeches are absolutely incredible.

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Lolita Is a Great Book…

…because I like reading stories about pedophiles(?)

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I wanted to read this book forever. For those of you who don’t know, Lolita’s a classic, and highly controversial novel by Vladimir Nabokov, who – going by his first name – was obviously Russian. The book follows the story of a Mr. Humbert Humbert (which is a terrible name – thank goodness it’s revealed to be a pseudonym), who happens to have a particular attraction to certain young girls. This leads him into a dark affair with one particular Dolores Haze, and his eventual capture. I promise there aren’t any spoilers in what I just said, if this particular kind of novel tickles your fancy.

I’m not entirely sure what I had been expecting going into it. Of course, the book is written from Hum-creeper’s perspective, and thus making it a wonderful example of the ‘unreliable narrator trope.’ I wanted to study that for my own writing. However, despite Vladimir the obvious Russian, stating at the end of the book that he meant no meaning or moral when writing the story, I found one. A really deep and profound one that really speaks to the sort of thing I’m going through at the moment, and because of this meaning, I’d implore you to read it as well (if you’re into the sort of prose he writes in).

And after this, there will be spoilers. Just as a fair warning.

On the surface, Lolita’s a book about a creep who manipulates and rapes a young girl, holding her captive for years. He marries her mother to get to her, does a whole manner of other deplorable things, and is essentially an atrocious person. But if you look beyond that, Nabokov is examining two very familiar (to me at least) aspects of unhealthy love. He’s pulling apart a bad relationship, splitting it into two parts, and creating characters that represent two of the largest downfalls we face when dealing with relations between people. Getting out of a bad relationship myself, I relate highly to both characters – yes, the pedo included – and the story was almost therapeutic to me, in a weird way.

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I Am Jane Doe

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I’ve been abused throughout my life. Not sexually, no, and I’m extremely thankful for that. Both my parents and many people I know, however, haven’t been so lucky.

I have been, however, a victim of being a girl. It seems I can’t leave the house without being catcalled, and that’s not an exaggeration. I have had multiple people growing up base my value on sex instead of who I actually am. I decided to wear a cute tank top I just bought when I was thirteen years old, only to struggle with ever wearing it again because I caught old men checking me out. I’ve been too scared to date anyone in case they attempt to force me into things I’m not comfortable with. Walking in the dark freaks me out, and I can’t pass anyone while walking home without planning out a strategy for how to get away from them in case I’m attacked. In fact, I started making plans for these things before I was even thirteen years old – before I really knew what rape even was. I’ve watched countless documentaries and stories on males and females alike being sexually abused, and it’s so integrated into our culture, one of my best friends is legitimately scared to keep her car doors unlocked when she’s driving because human trafficking is such a big issue.

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For All Your Music Needs

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I thought I’d switch things up a bit today. Instead of writing about how to actually survive life, I thought I’d give you guys a bit of a break. Let’s do something fun, shall we?

Now, maybe it’s just me, but music gets me through my life. I’ve got a playlist for just about everything – showers, bad days, cleaning, working, sleeping, etc. It has an amazing way of getting me through days when I feel miserable, motivate me to actually do something with my time, or help me fall asleep at night. As it’s such a vital part of my life, I thought I’d compile a list of my favorite playlists for you to check out. This way, maybe you can be as inspired as I am.

Anything you’d want to add to this? Other moods you can think of that you need playlists for?