I fell in love with Nicola Yoon’s writing when I read her debut novel Everything, Everything. And I LOVE Amandla Stenber, who’s playing Madeline in the movie. So, now that my sister’s wedding craziness is over, I’m extremely pumped to see this adaptation. Depending on how much writing and lesson planning I get through this morning, I’m hoping to see it this afternoon or perhaps tomorrow. In anticipation and celebration, here are my favorite quotes from the book (you’ll notice a fair number of them contain the word everything): Continue reading
I took three of my favorite YA contemporary novels from this year for today’s marry, date, or dump. You can choose from Peter K. from P.S. I Still Love You, by Jenny Han, Ollie from Everything, Everything, by Nicola Yoon, and Max from The Start of Me and You, by Emery Lord. Time to decide who you want to marry, who you want to date, and who you want to dump – then let me know your choices in the comments!
I was a little stumped trying to find a topic for today’s marry date or dump and so I looked at the top three YA books on the New York Times YA best seller list. Can we all just take a moment to be excited about the strong, diverse female characters written by female author that appear at the top of this list. At first, I thought I’d give you the love interests, but the protagonists of all three books seemed so much more interesting – so the choice is up to you if you want to do the boys or the girls, but I’m going to pick between Willowdean, Madeline, and Mare Barrow. Try to keep spoilers out of your comments, especially because I haven’t read Dumplin’ yet! Continue reading
The first word of the review I left on goodreads for this book was whoa and I’m not sure I can do much better here. This book is seriously good (in many different senses of the word) and left me equally enchanted and disarmed. It’s easy to see why this novel is going to debut as a #1 New York Times Bestseller (all the more impressive considering this is Nicola Yoon’s first novel). It’s easy to see why people are picking the book up. The cover is beyond gorgeous and the flap copy instantly intriguing: My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world. I don’t leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla. But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. He’s tall, lean and wearing all black—black T-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare right back. His name is Olly. Maybe we can’t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. It’s almost certainly going to be a disaster. Continue reading