A Year Full of Books

It's been over a year since I posted on this blog. Yikes. I've drifted away from blogging, but I'm definitely still a bookworm. I'm 14 now, and I like to say I'm in grade 9 3/4 (I'm technically a Freshman, but I started high school with twelve credits, which makes my transcript look like a Sophomore's). My life is very different now than it was when I started this blog more than five years ago, though I am very much the same Laura.  I love to read. My world is framed by the books I adore. When my aunts got married this fall, I remembered rereading Keeper again and again in search of the reason the librarian wouldn't let it into my Mock Newbery program. I admit that I am one of the teenage girls who love John Green's books, but I was entranced by Hazel and Colin (from An Abundance of Katherines) long before "TFIOS" became popular. I think of Hazel's Cancer Miracle when I remember that I have been out of Riley for more than a year. When my grandfather was recently diagnosed, I had to share the quote about his PET scan lighting up like a Christmas tree; humor is necessary, even in hospice. I think of Colin when I'm wallowing in my "supernerd" anxiety. I'm also reading more classics of American literature. It is eery to think of Farenheit 451 and freedom of expression in light of last week's events in France. I haven't read enough Mock Newberys this year to be confident in my pick, but I'm leaning towards Brown Girl Dreaming. I love reading books with my cousins, even though they are more interested in big farm equipment than quality literature. This year I gave the baby of a family friend her very first signed book for Christmas. My to-read list is as long and varied as ever; The Secret History of Wonder Woman, The Book Thief, Strike (Sylo #3), and Frankenstein are currently at the top. I may or may not come back to blogging soon, but I haven't given up on this blog yet. Happy reading!