Top Ten Reasons for Teenage Girls Getting Anxious:
  1. You’re supposed to look perfect all of the time
  2. This coincides with your hormones deciding to go bonkers
  3. Which leads to the spottiest time of your entire life (making number 1 totally impossible!
  4. Which also coincides with the first time you’ve had the freedom to buy chocolate whenever you like (making number 3 even worse!)
  5. Suddenly everyone cares about what you wear
  6. And what you wear has to look perfect too
  7. Then you’re supposed to know how to pose like a supermodel
  8. So you can take a selfie of yourself in your outfit of the day
  9. Which you then have to post on social media for all your friends to see
  10. You’re supposed to be wildly attractive to the opposite sex (while dealing with all of the above!

By: Zoe Sugg, Girl Online

Sunday Book Review Interview with AndThenIt’sPerfect

I always look forward to the NYT Sunday Book Reivew interview with an author. This week I decided to answer the questions myself. 

What books are on your nightstand?

My virtual nightstand – my kindle and audible list – Missoula, God Help the Child, Everything I Never Told You, Brain on Fire, The Girl on the Train, The Secret History, How to Win Friends and Influence People, The Night Circus, Son

(a lot of these were bought with credits, but still. this is out of control and must be attacked before buying more)

Who is your favorite novelist of all time?

This is tough but as I think the thrust of the question seeks an author you consistently enjoy (wrote more than one novel you love) so my gut says either Barbara Kingsolver or Jodi Picoult (don’t hate me, nothing gets me out of a reading drought faster than a Picoult). Or Kahled Hossenini. I’d feel remiss if I didn’t list the author of my favorite book of the decade,  Markuz Zusak, even if I’ve just read one. I think I failed at this question.

What genres do you especially enjoy reading? And which do you try to avoid?

I love memoirs, coming of age stories, and modern you-don’t-always-get-the-girl-but-you-get-what-you-need type romance. is that a genre? i love short stories. I love investigative journalism turned books a la Krakauer and Schlosser. 

I try to avoid European historical fiction. I do love a good WWII story but I’ve read so many I don’t add them to the list without a lot of praise for the book.

What kind of reader were you as a child? Your favorite book? Most beloved character?

I was an insatiable reader as a child. My mom says when I was really little I actually cried holding a book wanting to be able to read it for myself. I did damage at book fairs and stores. Reading was always my thing. The first book I remember staying up late to finish and balling my eyes out over was ‘Where the Red Fern Grows.’ I think I was in about second grade. I read Anne Frank’s Diary and The Summer of my German Solider in 3rd grade. Both were favorite Characters. As was Harriet the Spy. I loved all Roald Dahl.  I had ‘She’s Come Undone’ confiscated from me around age 11 when my mom realized how age inappropriate it was… I could go on and on about what books have given me. Books have quite literally made me who I am today.

You’re hosting a literary dinner party. Which three writers are invited?

Zadie Smith, Barbara Kingsolver,  Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Just because I want to have a badass bitches party, no offense to the dudes.

Disappointing, overrated, just not good: what book did you feel you were supposed to like, and didn’t?

Bee season. The Little Friend. 

Who would you want to write your life story?

Cheryl Strayed.

Parting gift: 

Someone once asked me if a book was good and I said “It wasn’t life altering, but it was good.” and they laughed at my presumed hyperbole and said “Well, I don’t think I’d ever call a book life altering.” and I was hit with a wave of sadness for them. Because I’ve read a lot of books that affected me that much. These books made me want to contribute to society differently. Here are 3 that come to mind: The Poisonwood Bible. The Road. The Book Thief. 

The prophecy of the Uniter had been passed down for generations and each tribe of Earth believed that their tribe will have the first human to fly. Tobu’s life changed dramatically one night when he is seen floating in the skies of Ton-Lin. When the seven moons of Earth fill the sky each tribe must exile one of their own.


by Seth King




Twenty-four-year-old Summer Johnson knows two things. The first is that due to a quickly worsening medical condition, she faces a risky surgery in three months’ time that may or may not end in her death. The second is that she would like to fall in love before then. As spring sinks into her namesake season on the Florida coastline, Summer plays the odds and downloads a new dating app - and after one intriguing message from a beautiful surfer named Cooper Nichols, it becomes clear that the story of what may be her last few months under the sun is about to be completely revised. All she has to do now is write something worth reading.
Tender, honest, devastating and triumphant, The Summer Remains explores a very human battle being waged in a very digital age: the search for a love that will outlast this temporary borrowing of bones. In an era when many feel compelled to share and re-share anything about everything, prepare to feel a love so special, you will want to hug it close and make it yours forever.

Chapter 14 of Novum is called Greenhills.

Reminder that Novum is not told chronologically and each chapter is meant to be as self-contained as possible, like a short story. In other words, even if you haven’t read any so far, you can still start here.

This chapter’s soundtrack is Passing Afternoon by Iron and Wine.

Livin’ the Dream

21st Century American History


The Open Office Arrangement

The All Hands Meeting
December Tenth, Two Thousand Fourteen
Work It, Girl
Who You Aren’t When The Man is Watching
Food Works
5-Hour Workweek
The 8th Floor
Greener Grass
H.D.O.T.M. Club
Why We’re Here
The Last Straw
Paradigm Shift
So Help Me God
Howard R. Young Correctional Institution
The End
The Beginning

By the time you listen to this, I’ll no longer remember what I said. I’ll be an old message by then, buried under many new messages. The machine makes everything a message, which narrows the range of discourse and destroys the poetry of nobody home. Home is a failed idea. People are no longer home or not home. They’re either picking up or not picking up. The truth is I don’t feel awkward. It’s probably easier to talk to you this way. But that’s not why I’m calling. I’m calling to describe the sunrise. A pale runny light spreading across the hills. There’s a partial cloud cover, which makes the light seem to hug the land, quiet light, soft, calm, pale, a landglow more than light from the sky. I thought you’d want to know these things.
—  Don DeLillo, Mao II (1991)

Strawberry Days 

Chapter one part one

It’s finally here!

Sorry it took so long, I underestimated how long it would take me. But I learned a lot and so the next one will be 10x better. I hope you all enjoy the story!

Special thanks to
Elsa Medrano (Blackelf89)
Czarina Doyle (Salahare)
Ashley Vanstone (Jingleyams)


So I got my teacher to start listening to ‘Welcome to Night Vale’, and as a result my next assignment was to make a book cover for the podcast. Thus I bring you Erika, who is definitely NOT an angel.

Not satisfied with it yet but I’ll get there eventually

For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of—to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others. Although she continued to knit, and sat upright, it was thus that she felt herself; and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures. When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless… Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by. Her horizon seemed to her limitless.
—  Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

Memoirs of a Crimefighter is on sale now for 99 cents until May 4th!

The Immaterial Man

Art by Witnesstheabsurd

The Immaterial Man is psychopathic smoke cloud, and most superheroes are terrified of him.

He’s killed so many superheroes that even he doesn’t know the exact number. His entire body is made of foul smelling gas, and fighting him is like trying to fight a hurricane with a tennis racket. He can be as intangible as a ghost, or as solid as a statue. He can swallow his victims in his gaseous body and choke them to death. He can kill all but the most powerful superhumans with almost no effort, and he would do so gleefully.

Superheroes are terrified of The Immaterial Man, because if they fight him, it will probably be their last fight.