City of Bones Review

City of Bones by Cassandra Clare

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Best book evaaaar! I finished it this morning and couldn't bear to wait until the next day to read City of Ashes so I bought the sequel right away. Cassandra is an amazing writer and I am looking forward to reading more of her fabulous writing.



If you are wondering, City of Bones is about a teenage girl named Clary Fray. She heads to Pandemonium, a club, with her best friend Simon expecting a murder-free, normal night. But this night turns out to be not normal at all. She witnesses the murder of a demon and is thrown into the world of Shadowhunters and demons. She discovers secrets whispered about behind backs, mysterious creatures and much more. Join Clary as she journeys into the dangerous Shadowhunter world.



I encourage all lovers of YA books to head to their local bookstore or library IMMEDIATELY and pick up a copy of this amazing book.








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Reflections

Dear 11,
It's been wonderful having you as the age I can call my own for the past year. 11 is an in-between age. Still not quite a teen, but much older than a child. I  really got into teen fiction with you. Now that I'm 12, 11 seems so young. But I know that if you had asked me what I thought of the ages 11 and 12 a few months ago, I would have told you something rather different. I hope the next year will be filled with photography and writing and reading and other pleasurable activities. I don't want to get lost in boys and makeup and fashion. I want to stay true to myself, doing what  I enjoy. If I stray off this path, you have permission to torment me. Let the next year be filled with the sense of freedom and eternal happiness that comes with wind blowing through long hair, beautiful sunsets, refreshing lake water, inside jokes, and so much more of this beautiful world we live in. Don't let others take over your life and force you to change. Do what makes you happy. Learn lots. Read lots. Soak in all the information that life has to give you. Be that 12 year old you've always wanted to be, the one who climbs trees and takes photos and writes and reads all day long. Live in your own little world, but make sure that little world stays connected with Earth. Be a day dreamer, in other words, but always keep your feet firmly on the ground, unless you've gotta leap to reach your dreams, which I strongly encourage you to do. I'm a confusing one, aren't I? Well, just go for your dreams and be in your world and try not to think too much about what the rest of the world is doing (unless it's essential to avoid losing this wonderful life altogether). Run around and play games and be the epic being that you are.

Don't lose sight of who you used to be and who you can be.
Love ya,
Hanna

Well that wasn't really much of a letter to 11, but a wonderful letter it was anyways. Photos to come once I get home in a week or so.

New Look and Some Writing

You may have noticed that this blog has a new look! Thanks to Kati for the wonderful new header. Hope you enjoy the new design!

I've decided to post a non-fiction writing piece of mine today. I wrote it one day when I was feeling insightful. Please read and comment! Here it is.

Memories: Who I Am

               

There is an old cardboard box under my bed. Inside are many photos from past years. Every once in a while I take it out. I am reminded of who I am. This is what I discover.

The photo of me at a photography class (I took such amazing photos!) reminds me of how I was uncomfortable, or so I remember, because everyone else was older than me. I am reminded of the part of me that is determined to do something, the one who is way ahead of her age. The matureness I have.

There is the photo of me in my Brownies uniform, proudly holding up two fingers in the Brownie sign. It reminds me of the awesome times with Dolly and my fellow Brownies, my 3^rd year of being in Guiding.  The feeling I remember for Brownies is indescribable. It is uncomfortable, determined and crazy all at the same time.

The numerous photos of me, smiling my buck-teeth smile, reminds me of what a unique, special person I am.  I didn’t care much for that smile, or how weird I may have looked. I was beautiful inside, whether I knew it or not.

The photo of me next to a dog, eyes as far sideways as they will go, tongue lolling out. I imitate the dog so playfully and yet well. It reminds me of the animal lover inside me the one that cuddles my cat for hours just to feel her fur. The one who knows that when all else fails a pet or other animal will always listen.

Under my bed is not the only place I find myself. There is the old writing book on my bookshelf, which I filled out when I was just 6 or 7, although the book was aimed at tweens and teens. My writings were so expected and basic, but yet had the unexpectedness and creativity that draws you into a good book. I didn’t answer the question about when I realized I was no longer a child, because I was still one.

 I have an odd memory of thinking that the moment I realized that would be something so simple and dumb, like getting an adult-priced haircut, or reading YA books. But coming of age is so much more than that. It is about discovering who you are, growing in all different directions, and being stretched to the breaking point before being allowed to relax again. Becoming who you are isn’t about what books you read or who old you. It’s about finding yourself among the swirling storm of who you want to be and who you should be. I’m just starting that, and have a long journey ahead of me. I’ll see you on the other side.

It's raw writing (un-edited) so it's not perfect. But I like it. Thanks for reading!
♥Hanna♥

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