New Flute Cover

I just recently got a new program for putting together flute covers and I believe it to be pretty awesome, not gonna lie. I am now using Audacity, a free download, to mix and record flute pieces. Hope you like it! I am really proud of myself!

P.S. sorry for the hiatus! I have been super busy with dual enrollment and marching band rehearsals

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The Young People Today…

There are many things in life that piss me off. After all, I am just a hormonal teenager. I clearly cannot assess issues with my own thoughts and beliefs, nor should I try. But three things piss me off:

  1. When people say they are going to pray for me
  2. When people are hypocritical
  3. When people complain about the youth of today and dream of the ‘good old days’

Today (or rather, this morning, for I am drafting this at 12:14 AM), I shall address the third number.

Be aware that this is my personal post. If you disagree with what I have to say, there are many options to choose from. You may: click off of this page because you can see that this is not up your alley, read it and then get on with your day, read it then leave a respectful comment, or read it and get angry and get the f*ck out. I doubt that this post will get anyone triggered though.

Moving on now, I would like to address my grievance. When I say “people complaining about the youth of today”, I am refering to the dunderheads that see the young adults in today’s society and condemn them as low lifes, filth, or not as upstanding as the ‘good old days’.

Gee, golly whiz pal, let’s go fishing! I have to be home for dinner, though; dinner is always at 5pm. If I am late, Mom will give me a lickin’ for sure!

hatsune miku

I was recently talking to my mom about her childhood. And, just a little hint: her childhood was nothing like this! She was raised by a single mother until she remarried. Her best friend was also raised by a single parent (virtually no parent, but that is not my business). My grandmother moved down here from Canada and never had a lot of money. All of the children ended up getting jobs. Her sister finally scraped enough together to buy an air conditioner for her mother, who used to cry because of the heat. So some people want to tell me it was so much better back then? And, oh yeah, my grandmother retired happily after remarrying for a third time and is now my next door neighbor. My mother went to Grad School.

Rosy retrospection is a state in which someone recalls past events more fondly then they would have assessed them when they actually occured. It is like how you recall summer during every school year as some sort of beacon of hope, remembering it as way more fun then it actually was. But when you get to your next summer, it’s half way through and you’re bored as shit. Yeah, it is the same phenomenon.

Now that the people who are doing the complaining are getting on in years, they have a tendency to remember things with a way more favorable reaction then they would have before. Goddamn, that paddle on the ass sure straightened me up! And I am sure glad that I remained abstinent, alcohol-free, and never once smoked marijuana for my entire adolescence! That’s a joke, right? RIGHT?

Open your eyes!

We live in a world dominated by technology and science. Chances are, the people fixing your internet connection are not eligible for Social Security, ya old fart. The young people are the ones the old are relying on; calling us a bunch of names is not exactly a pat on the back, gramps.

thanks a lot

It is more than that, though.

When I look around at my friends, I see a group of heavily motivated, successful, bright, engaging young adults. The entire marching band I am in is composed (eh? composed? haha) of teenagers. These wonderful individuals spend hundreds of dollars and hundreds of hours to put together a show for the school and for themselves. How can someone claim these people as the ‘lazy generation’? It is inconceivable and just unintelligent to do so. And, of course, we have our faults as well. Some people may swear a lot, some people drink too much, some people are oversexed. It is the way of the world. No one is perfect.

These old people need to stop expecting us to be perfect.

We don’t need our teachers hitting us to teach us a lesson, nor should we be raised without access to technology just to prove a point. Let the children be children. Let the teenagers be teenagers. With realistic expectations and restrictions, of course. Last time I checked, the so called ‘millenials’ never got us into the Iraq War, created this huge debt hole the USA is in, or caused the hole in the ozone layer (I heard the the hole is actually starting to regenerate, so three cheers for good news, am I right?). Take a look at yourselves, folks, before you start shit.

Mistakes happen (lol, duh, Donald Trump is a nominee for President), so it is best to learn from them rather than long for the time before. It is pointless. It is unneccessary. It is downright insulting.

This is CynicalTeenagerBlog, signing off from this post at around 1:00am. Good Morning, peeps!

Gosh Darn Math

Grade school math sucks. There is no way around it. Grade school math, especially in the higher maths and the aimless word problems, is a complete waste of time.

Or is it?

I have come across a task today in which I feel a tad ridiculous. I used the damn word problem bullshit I have come to expect from Algebra 2. It is official; I have used this so called ‘pointless’ math.

I woke up this morning with the urge to make strawberry kiwi jam. Yes, you read that right. Without any prompting, I wanted to make a batch. Mind you, I have only made jam once in my life before and I did not really like how it turned out. I have never even tasted strawberry kiwi jam before.

Just for clarification, I am NOT pregnant, either.

So, I drove to the store, picked up some strawberries, kiwis, pectin, jars, lemon juice, and crystallized ginger (I did not even know that was a thing until I read the recipe). I also picked up some blackberries because they were on sale, and I have been on a diet for the past two weeks, so I figured, hey, why the hell not.

The jars only came in packs of twelve. Yes, TWELVE. What the literal f*ck am I going to do with twelve mason jars? Don’t you think it would be better to come in four, per se? For the folks like me who just want one batch and really don’t want to have to find a place for eight mason jars in a cabinet.

Resigned, I got home and made my jam. But them I glanced at the counter and saw the blueberries perched upon the granite. It was like I found Jesus or something. I snatched those up and realized that I had four cups of blackberries and four cups of blueberries. Google must have the answer!

Google did not have the answer, to my dismay. All the recipes I found were for either mixed berry, or just showed pictues. Well, excuse me if I am not Rainman here and can’t just count the amount of berries your mashing. Thanks man.

At a loss, I scanned the pectin box and found the recipes inside. I found that the blackberry needed 6 cups and the blueberry needed 5. So, that is 2/3 of the blackberry and 4/5 of the blueberry. If you multiply that, you get 5/6. So I added sugar amounts up and found 5/6 of that. Then I decided, f*ck that noise, and dumped five cups of sugar and a packet of pectin and roasted it. It tastes good, so whatever I did worked.

I had 4.3 jars full of Strawberry Kiwi and 4 jars of Blackberry Blueberry. I used the leftovers from the Blueberry Blackberry concoction and combined them. So, now I have 8.6  jars out of the twelve, with only three leftover as opposed to seven.

It’s all in a day’s work for me. And, I kind of used the jam-making as an excuse to not go to my uncle’s party.

Another Flute Cover

As the title says, I am here just shamelessly promoting my new flute video. Elfen Lied Lilium. I have never actually watched the show (I saw some clips and it just did not seem up my alley), but I heard this song and loved it. I found the piano and violin music and just figured it out. It took about an hour to record, edit, and upload. The quality is not the greatest, but it is the best I can do at the moment.

In the future, I hope to get a different microphone so I can record my flute playing with a more natural-sounding tone. Alas, this seems to be in the distant future.

In the meantime, I need to find another song to cover 🙂

Why I Love Music?

I was so bored today. So completely, mind-numbingly, rather alarmingly bored. There are no words in the English language potent enough to describe how bored I was today. I had to utilze all of my Youtube playlists to keep afloat.

Summer has indeed begun.

I am in high school, and as such, summer is a time of rejoycing, of giving thanks to the school board gods for ending school in time for some fun in the summer heat. The sun. The sand. The waves. Nothing encaptures a summer day like the beach. The ranks of instagram and snapchat are filled with beach pictures and videos.

The only problem, for me, is that I don’t really like going to the beach.

I know, boo-f*cking-hoo. Poor ME, I don’t LIKE the beach. The whole world must stop and readjust itself to suit my needs (obviously).

Let me explain.

I am pale as the moon, alabaster, white, translucent, and any other descriptors for the unfortunately snowy-skinned population. Believe me, I go outside all of the time, and I live in Florida for Christ’s-sake. One would think I would have built up some sort of tan, but alas, this has not come to pass. And as such, a trip to the beach is not as simple as slapping on a bathing suit, climbing in the car, and going. No. I must put layers of sunscreen all over my body. Yep, 100+ SPF. Sunscreen that just has to be showered off two hours later.

I am chunky, overweight, flabby, and as euphemisms deem it, ‘beautiful’, or some other bullshit. I am down with it, but I also don’t want to worry about my breasts tumbling out of some revealing concoction of ruffles either. So, I wear a cute one-piece that is a bit of a rough ride to get over and around my ass.

I am out-of-shape, wimpy, asthmatic, and just not a physical person. So, I am content to just bury myself in the sand or float in the water, but beach volley ball is just NOT my idea of a good time.

So, not only is going a pain, but it is a little pointless to even try.

Now, you may be thinking, “You’re just some dumbass kid. You really live up to your name, Miss Cynical Teenager. Are you just some other millenial I here about on Fox News?”

fox news

Okay, first of all, if you fit into the category of Fox News watcher, please go outside right now, I mean it, and spray yourself in the face with a water hose. Just do it.

Anyways,

I like music, and I consider myself to be pretty good at it.

I can play the flute, clarinet, piano, and piccolo. I have composed two piano songs of my own( here and here). And I have taught myself how to do all of these things.

I am no master, by any stretch. I am not a prodigy or even very good, all things considered. I think this is the real appeal of music for me, which sounds weird to say.

The best thing about music is that you don’t have to be very good.  Music can be a one-man show or an entire effort by a group. Music can be out doors or indoors. Music can be subdued or expressive. Music can be internal or external. Hell, music can be all of these things at the same time.

Music is beautiful.

There is no way around it. Music contains what is the best in this world. All people here about these days are shootings and bombings and diseases and wars and discrimination and debt and suffering. Malnutrition and starvation and parasites and death and injustice and ingnorance and destruction. Music, if it is even just for a moment, can make all of these things go away.

Music can expose you to the world with different styles and traditional instruments; you can expose music with your own styles and feelings. Music is meaning without language, sorrow without sadness, joy without laughter.

And that is why I like music.

Have you ever heard someone disagree about a song? Has there ever been a #Brexit decision about a piece of music? No, because I think music is one of the only things we as human beings can agree on. And thank God for that, or else my newsfeed would be even worse.

So, while other teenagers are at the beach enjoying themselves, I will be having a grand old time working on my next flute cover.

F*ck sunscreen. I have some music to learn.

Review: The Watchers

When I first read The Watchers by Lynnie Purcell, I really, really liked it. I liked the story, the characters, and the writing style. Upon rereading it a year or two ago, I still liked it, but less so. And after rereading it again (I went through a little bit of a rereading phase), I found it to be remarkably decent. Yep, just decent, barely above par. I actually think it is a bit of a rip off of Twilight, which already drops it off of the ‘nice’ list. Its only saving grace is that it does the whole idea a bit better, with a bit of a twist that kept me from vomiting.

Summary:

Sixteen-year-old Clare has spent her life traveling from town to town, never knowing a home, content to live from city to city. So, when her mom decides to drag Clare back to her hometown, Clare is skeptical. But, it is there, she learns the power of home, the meaning of the secret she has kept since birth, and the future of her role in a world far from normal.

Okay, girl moving to a small, backwater town? Check. Secret society kept from the world? Check. Hot guy that doesn’t like her at first, that has a secret? Check. Main character falls in love with the one person whose mind they cannot read? Check. Girl feels that she doesn’t fit in, thinks that the world is just unfair? Check. Young adult book is a go, everyone, young adult book is a go.

Plot: This is the part I have the most grievances with. Holy shit, I thought we had seen the last of Twilight. Is it even relevant anymore? I don’t know, but that is exactly what this book is. The main character, Clare, can hear thoughts. She can hear every person’s thoughts, her mother’s included. However, when she moves back to her mother’s old hometown, she encounter’s Daniel, who somehow can make her not hear all the thoughts around her. Clare is a half-angel, as her father was an angel who ran off when she was little. There is an ongoing war between two sides, and both sides attempt to conscript half-angels to their side.

I don’t want to give away more details for fear of spoilers, but I can safely say that it is almost a fan fiction of Twilight. I did like how Clare at least had some personality to add to the mix and some of the side characters were memorable. Besides that, there is little to recommend here.

Characters: One of the stronger points of the book, the character cast was actually pretty good.

Clare: Clare was pretty cool. I like that she had tattoos and piercings and other neat stuff to distinguish herself. I also like how she was almost a deep thinker, as she contemplated abstract concepts. This really added to the internal dialogue Clare had with the reader. While not the best main character I have seen, she most certainly is not the worst.

Daniel: I have mixed feelings about Daniel. On one hand, I appreciate that he is deeper and smarter than other love interests, and definitely more human. But, I think my main problem with Daniel is that some of his actions I find annoying. For example, Clare says she has a tattoo, and explains that the only way someone would see it would be by accident. So, after falling in a pool, Clare goes home to change with him. So, while she is changing, he walks in just to see if he can find her tattoo. Now,  I understand why this was put in, but WTF Daniel? You don’t just walk into your sort-of-girlfriend-not-quite-yet’s room while you know she is changing. How about a little respect? I thought he was alright, but not exactly what I was looking for.

Alex: She was a pretty good character in the book, but still somehow generic. I like how she was almost a school counselor, but as a student. It set her apart from other ‘best friend’ characters. Alas, there is little else different. That being said, she did her job as the outsider for people to explain things to as exposition and as a friend for Clare, who lacked any at the beginning of the book.

Writing Style: The best way to describe the writing is: good. Yep. Just good. There is nothing bad that I did not like about the writing style, but nothing really stood out, either. As such, the writing accomplished its task without major problems or major amazingness.

Cover: I do, actually, like the cover. It is colorful and mysterious; it really sells the book. The only problem I have with the cover is that it is kind of misleading. This book does contain special powers, but I would not go so far as to say it has magic in it. The cover heavily implies that it will have magic in it, which it does not. This aside, I did like the cover.

the watchers

Final thoughts: This book review is rather short, isn’t it? Yeah, I would say so, mostly because this book has little to talk about. It was average, enjoyable to read, but little by way of sustenance.

Score:

5.5

 

College Tours

Hi everyone! I just got back from a college tour, which is part of the reason for my lack of post activity. I have some book reviews in the works, but those take FOREVER to write. I mean, I like to write them, and if I did not like to write them, then I would not write them. But, they are time consuming, especially when I have multiple ones I am working on at once. So, I decided to write to describe my recent college tour to put something out there on my blog (after all, isn’t that what a blog is for?). I hope someone finds this interesting, amusing, or otherwise worth their time 🙂

So, to begin with, I went to seven campuses on the east coast. In order, I went to Princeton, Columbia, Yale, Brown, Harvard, American, and Georgetown. Ya know, the unattainable, unaffordable, and unwelcoming ones? But, I’m always up for a challenge. However, the most remarkable thing about this trip, besides the price tag, was how little of my cynicism was reasonable. Overall, the universities were more welcoming, affordable, and warm than I expected.

For a little background, I did very well on the SATs, pulling in a 760 reading score and a 770 math score ( my school did not pay for the writing), and I maintain a 4.0 GPA and 5.0 HPA. So, I thought, why not?

I then mentioned to my dad that it would be neat to actually experience the college campuses in person before applying. We then planned a trip, flying into Newark and out of D.C. and driving using a rental car.

Let me tell you, this trip was f*cking expensive. I mean damn. A freaking Holiday Inn cost my family $200 a freaking night. Yeah, a Holiday Inn. It ain’t the effing Plaza. Not to mention, the rental car company, Avis, took us to the cleaners. $500 baby, with a three-day-early return. And airfare. Jesus Christ, $1100. So, there goes my college fund. Thanks a lot, I appreciate the help Avis, American Airlines, United, Expedia, and Holiday Inn. Love ya.

Now that I have that out of my system, I shall now impart my opinion on these schools here, so if any strapped for cash student wants to hear about my experience, listen up.

Princeton: One thing that can be said about Princeton is that it is beautiful. Seriously, this is one of the most beautiful places I have been. When you hear ‘Ivy League’, this is probably the image conjured. The buildings looked like castles and everything, from the chapels to the restrooms, were amazing.

Another notable facet of Princeton is that frat houses are not recognized. Rather, the students reside in themed housing or little eating clubs. This was a common theme among Ivy Leagues, but some, like Brown, were a little more open with frats and sororities. I thought that this was a good idea, an effort to keep away bad press.

Columbia: The best part about Columbia is not necessarily about the school so much as the area it is in. Centered in NYC, a bustling metropolis, Columbia has many opportunities for students to get part-time jobs or internships to boost their resume. This is mainly why I am interested in Columbia.

Columbia’s academics seem focused around the Core, a set of classes required by all undergraduate students, including a physical education component. Fitting is with a more liberal arts education, Columbia was the most formal when it came down to distribution requirements, which may be a good or bad thing.    

Yale: This school was my favorite! It was beautiful, had great academics, and had residential colleges. What are residential colleges, you ask? Well, I had no freaking clue either, but I really like the sound of them. Basically, groups of undergraduates are placed in groups and all live in one little area/building with their own crest and name. Think of Hogwarts in Harry Potter. Yeah, sounds pretty cool, right? That’s what I thought, at least.

Along with this, the requirements were different than Columbia. Rather than having classes be required for graduation, certain areas were required for graduation. So, instead of taking only ENC1101 and only ENC1101 for the credit, you could take a creative writing class,  a science fiction class, or a how to write lab reports class. I really thought this flexibility suited me better than the rigidity of Columbia, while not being as loose as the next university, Brown.

Brown: I have conflicting feelings about Brown. On one hand, it is a very exciting school, full of opportunity and freedom. Brown does not have any distribution requirements, a far cry from Columbia’s Core curriculum. That being said, there are many cases where your concentration may require many credits for completion and as an incoming freshman, how does one know what to take?

Another component that had me a little leery was the financial aid package (btw, I’m hopefully going to do another little rant post on this…needless to say, my family cannot afford $60,000 a year, that’s bullshit). All the Ivy Leagues, and most other colleges, provided financial aid packages to incoming students on a need-basis. I really agree with this. How can the best institutions in the world offer merit packages? Isn’t getting in merit enough? Most of the Ivy Leagues provide financial aid without loans, but Brown automatically works a loan into the award. I know that it is only like $5,000 a year, but any mention of loans (and therefore debt) has me running for the hills.

Besides these observations, Brown was a terrific university.

 

Harvard: Harvard was probably my second favorite school that my family and I visited on the trip. Very similar to Yale, Harvard had area requirements for graduation, allowing for more freedom in scheduling. Again, Harvard also had a shopping period whereby students could try out different classes without committing to a schedule. I really liked this idea, because I am sure everyone has experienced that time when you signed up for something and had the realization that it was not really for you ( there was a time that this hippie lady kept saying I was a crystal child or something, but I was just trying not to piss my pants from laughter. Ah, the good old days). The only thing that was a downside for Harvard was that students had to declare their major at the beginning of their sophomore year rather than the end of the year. I don’t think this would bother me too much, but some people may not appreciate it.

 

American: The accessible and attainable school of the bunch, I really liked American University. Their internship and study abroad opportunities are what really drew my eye. Being centered in Washington D.C., American had connections in the embassies (half a mile away) and the capitol ( a subway and bus ride away). The acceptance rate was 25% rather than 6%, so I will definitely apply to this school.

 

Georgetown: This school is probably my least favorite. I just thought it was a tad uppity and rather snobby. That may be just my own impression, and I am sure that there are plenty of nice people who go here ( I had the pleasure of meeting a few). However, the requirements for entrance are worse than the Ivy Leagues and the campus was definitely geared for more graduate students. The main benefit of Georgetown is its situation in D.C. and the opportunities afforded to the students. Overall, while a very prestigious and excellent school, I feel that it was not for me.

 

 

 

Once Upon a December

Once Upon a December (the Liz Callaway version) is my all-time favorite song. Ever. I have learned this song in about six different languages and can sing along with five others. It’s really bad.

So, being a flute player, I decided enough was enough and covered the song on my flute. I think it is pretty good, but I am not sure. I hope its good, at least.

Here is is

Once Upon a December Flute Cover

I hope to get back to some book reviews soon, but I most likely will not publish any until after June 2 because a contest is starting at my school for book reviews using technology. Fun times 🙂

Review: Rebel of the Sands

I finished this book approximately ten minutes ago, and holy shit, the Rebel of the Sands by Alwyn Hamilton is amazing! I cannot even begin to describe the ride this book took me on while reading it. You know what sucks though? I probably won’t see a sequel until next year. I am already dying on the inside. The rest of this year is going to be horrible just because I have to wait. And while the end was not a complete cliff hanger or anything, I still want- no, I need- to hear the rest of the tale. Other wise I’ll go cry myself to sleep every night listening to C’est La Vie by ELP be very disappointed.

I suggest not even waiting to read the rest of this review. I cannot recommend this book enough and even though it is still right next to me from where I put it down after finishing it, I have to force myself right now to stop reading and write about it. But, if convincing is required, convincing I shall provide. The summary is as follows:

Mortals rule the desert nation of Miraji, but mythical beasts still roam the wild and remote areas, and rumor has it that somewhere, djinn still perform their magic.  For humans, it’s an unforgiving place, especially if you’re poor, orphaned, or female. 

Amani Al’Hiza is all three.  She’s a gifted gunslinger with perfect aim, but she can’t shoot her way out of Dustwalk, the back-country town where she’s destined to wind up wed or dead.

Then she meets Jin, a rakish foreigner, in a shooting contest, and sees him as the perfect escape route. But though she’s spent years dreaming of leaving Dustwalk, she never imagined she’d gallop away on mythical horse—or that it would take a foreign fugitive to show her the heart of the desert she thought she knew.

Rebel of the Sands reveals what happens when a dream deferred explodes—in the fires of rebellion, of romantic passion, and the all-consuming inferno of a girl finally, at long last, embracing her power.

Hell yeah. Nothing like a gunslinger to get the blood pumping. I usually don’t like westerns, but the book has an Arabian Nights edge that I personally love in any book (see The Wrath and the Dawn Review). Can you tell by now that I love this book?

Plot: 

The world Amani (the main protangonist) lives in is unforgiving. As a girl, she has nothing. As a boy, however, she has the power of terrific aim and guts to keep her alive. The village of Dustwalk is some back-country shithole where the women hang if they are raped and guns are more prevalent than water. Amani grows up here before embarking on her journey that makes up the plot of this book. And, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t entertained for every freaking word on every freaking page. After all, lying is a sin (lol inside jokes). The world of Miraji is expertly created, full of djinn and ghouls and Skinwalkers, and is fully capable of producing an individual as wild as Amani is. So, the plot is realistic in is surrealism, if that makes any sense. I love it, I love it, I love it.

Characters:

Amani: Alright, here we go. Amani. Is. Awesome. She has an unbelievable sense of self-preservation and will do whatever it takes to get her goals accomplished. She has a knack for guns and can hold her own against any man in a gun match. She can think on her feet and has instincts that keep her alive. There is nothing more to say. I would say that she is the best part of this book, but there is just so much good in it, I don’t even know if I can.

Jin: Amani meets Jin early on in the book in a pistol pit and from the very beginning you know there is something up his sleeve. I actually reread this book since I began writing this review and I liked Jin even more the second time around. He possesses most of the characteristics that allow Amani to survive in the desert, but has a certain distaste for it. So the question remains: if he doesn’t like the desert, why is he currently traveling in the desert? And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the crux of the matter. I loved Jin as well, especially upon a second reading.

Tamid: As a character, Tamid was not present for a lot of the book. The only reason I mention him here is because he is brought up in the rest of the book numerous times, almost as a motif.

Ahmed: To many spoilers!!!! Gahhhh!!! I want to talk about these characters, but then I would give away twists. Short story is that Ahmed is an interesting man. I am not sure how I feel about him personally, but a well written enigma nonetheless.

Naguib: Talk about a spoiled whiner. This character is one of the may sons of the Sultan and is constantly clawing for what power he can get. While he is distasteful, he is convincing, so I do have to say that he is a good character.

Noorsham: When he was first introduced, I did not even realize he would be a supporting character. He is kind of glossed over, than introduced again, then dropped again, then picked back up again. Hopefully we will see more from this blind follower the next sequel, but I can safely say that this character is as important a reflection of real people as he is a reflection of the main protangists of the series.

Writing Style:

Holy shit, this is Hamilton’s first novel? No. Freakin’. Way. She way she told this story was brilliant. If the prose had been to sophisticated, it would have stuck out from the rugged nature of the world and protangonist. If it was too rough, on the other hand, it would have distracted the reader a bit too much. The writing, I am happy to declare, masterfully blends the two, at times being metaphoric and beautiful, and other times the tough language of a girl who’s lived a hard life. Simpy brilliant.

“Tell me that and we’ll walk away. Right now. Go and save ourselves and leave them to die. All you’ve got to do is say the word. Tell me that that’s how you want your story to go and we’ll write it straight across the sand to the sea. Just say it.”

My story.

I’d spent my life dreaming of my own story that could start when I finally reached Izman. A story written in far-off places I didn’t know how to dream about yet. And on my way there, I’d slough off the desert until there was nothing left of it to mark the pages.

Only Jin was right. I was a desert girl. Even in Izman I would still be the same Blue-Eyed Bandit with a hanged mother, who left her friend dying.

Bonus points for first person, present tense 🙂

Cover: The cover is pretty cool, too. It is accurate, pretty, and intriguing to boot.

rebel

Final Thoughts: 

This is, quite honestly, one of the best books I have read in a long time, possibly ever. There is no way I can see some one not liking this book; it is just so versatile. On one end it is a western, on one end it is an Arabian journey, on one end it is a rebellion story, and on another it is a redemption story. There simply is something for everyone.

Score:

9.2

This book is now in my top ten, if not top five. Read it! Like, right now! Just go and read this; you’ll thank me later.

*I may have to have a separate post about one part of this book in particular that I thought was amazing. However, it occurs near the end, and I would have to go into spoilers, and there is no f***ing way that I want to spoil this book for any one. I would not wish that on my worst enemies. So, I will clearly label the post as spoilerific and discuss this later. Toodles!