BEDA - to Blog Every Day in April (or any month beginning with A, really.)
VEDA - to Vlog Every Day in -- oh, you get it.
But if you don't.
vlog - to Video blog
/definitions.
AT ANY RATE MY CHILDREN, today, being the first of April, is the beginning of what I have suddenly and completely on the spur-of-the-moment (should that be hyphenated? do you care?) decided to do BEDA. If I was a real YouTuber, I might try to VEDA, but maybe I'll do that later. In like, some other month. Or something.
An easy thing for me to make yet another humble return to blogging with is a review, which is what I'mma do. But first, let me give you a review of my day.
Adrienne's Day: in Three (3) Parts
In the beginning, Adrienne awoke from a pleasant slumber deep in the Land of Nod to a beautifully dark and ominous morning, which is really the best type of morning. She was barely late getting ready and didn't quite miss the bus, which she always counts as a win. This was the beginning.
The the early afternoon, Adrienne had a very enjoyable luncheon with her beautiful friendie Gabby, and then, upon returning to her place of business, Adrienne was informed that she was the proud winner of two FREE tickets to the festival of sounds, the sound of music, Warehouse. She was awarded this for being an exemplary dresser-upper.
In the evening, Adrienne went to a morderately nice dinner, with the fambam, and came home to the comfort of her laptop, where she decided to embark on the adventures BEDA would bring.
Fin.
Adrienne's For Real and Totally Serious Review of:
Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie
A brief synopsis*? Why, yes, I think I might.
Anna is an American teen with a passion for films and a flair for critiquing them. When her father, a wealthy author of trashy books (think Jodi Picoult) decides it would be to her benefit to spend a year at a boarding school in Paris, Anna is ...unimpressed.
However, left without a choice, the books opens with Anna unpacking in her new rooms, and meeting her new friends, most importantly including the American-Born, French-living, English accent-speaking, all around Gorgeous One, Etienne St Clair.
He has a girlfriend, and most of the girls in their class fawning over him, and she is just a girl from Southern America (not South America) who really, really likes the cinema.
Will their love triumph over the influences of other relationships, or will they be forced apart by the pressures of their faimly? </really lame cliched writing (think Jodi Picoult)>
Yeah, it's a romance novel for young adults [please note: here the phrase 'young adult' is used almost exclusively to refer to young women. and John Green], and it does hold many of the hallmarks of a typical text in this genre. There's little development of the secondary characters, St Clair is the perfect dreamboat, complete with stacks of money and Daddy issues, and Anna is filled with insecurities. Also, just like in real life, it's set in Paris.
HOWEVER, that sounds like I ididn't enjoy it. I loved it. Stephanie Perkins, through her writing, was able to show that she was aware of the fact that she wasn't developing her secondary characters. At one point, one of Anna's underdeveloped (characterwise, not like, boobwise or anything) friends even says 'you haven't really asked about me, you've been too busy with St Clair' or something similar. Yeah, St Clair is amazing, but seriously, who wants to read a book where the guy ISN'T amazing? And Anna's insecurities are so well-written that they're endearing, not enraging.
Another thing I loved about the book was the tiny little gems of fantastic writing. I mean, I thought the whole book overall was well-written, enveloping, and everything a fun, romance book should be; but there were also so many little bits of writing that just showed that Perkins was writing in this genre because she wanted to, not just because that was all she could write ( ... ... ... think Jodi Picoult). Phrases such as "Paris was hovering on the edge of autumn" and the accompanying descriptions just expressed such beauty and love for both her work, and for Paris. There was a passion that was expressed through the book, and it wasn't a passion for hot boys, or money, but a passion for places and people and experiences and life.
Also, it was so good that I read it until 1.30 AM by mobile phonelight in order to get it finished, even though I haf to get up at 7. THAT good.
THAT IS THE END OF MY REVIEW.
Hopefully you'll stick around for my BEDA, and hopefully you will ignore the inevitable millions of spelling mistakes in this post, because I cannot be [expletive]ED to proofhyphenread it.
IREALLYLIKEYOURFACE.
xx
* Synopsis - blurb, in smartypants talk.
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