Books!

Dear readers: stop reading right now and go read the post below. This post will then make much more sense.
Alrighty, readers, now that you're done reading the post below, we can continue.
Here are some books that I read and devoured. These books were my substance for weeks.
First off: Here, There be Dragons by James A. Owen. Fans of C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, and Charles Williams, or any of the Inklings, this book will blow you away. The older you get and the more fantasy books you have read, the more you will appreciate it. However, it is an amusing read for anyone, no matter what their literary experience is. I would suggest an age limit of anywhere over ten. Readers who are about ten years old, however, will probably have trouble understanding it.
The Ranger's Apprentice, by John Flanagan. Whoo, that was a good series. There are twelve books in this series, and they are all incredible. Adventurous, bold, brave readers will be delighted by these stories. HOWEVER, if you are under, say, sixteen, please ask your parents to read books two and three before you do. There is a slight part, hardly noticeable, in one of those, and your mother or father will need to give you permission.
Fablehaven, by Brandon Mull, is an excellent read. I would start reading those five books as soon as you are able to understand them.

Dearest readers: Thank you for commenting!
And have fun reading!

Music and Books!

Hello, dearest of readers:
Yay! Comments!
Be guaranteed, I read through all comments before publishing them.
And this post is an answer to my very dear friend, Jules Gomez.
So, I'm frantically trying to catch up on semi finals and find a way to post my favorite outfits.
The going is slow.
BUT! I can critique music and books very easily!
So, here are some of my current favorites, judged for your enjoyment.
MUSIC
I love music. Right now, as I write, I am listening to Ed Sheeran's "I See Fire," from the movie "The Hobbit: the Desolation of Smaug." Here is a link.
This song is wonderful, soft, slow, and passionate. I listen to this as I'm writing things that are sad but necessary in my book. It is a wonderful end song to the movie it came out with.
Another song that I have been listening to for a while is Tristram's "I Remember." Link
This song is...How to put it? dubstep? techno? Anyway, before you close this page in disgust, just try it. When I hear this song, I think of where Aronis, Dreyken, Deverell, and Crevan came from. I will not disclose this info, because it's private (and slightly embarrassing), but there was a terrible war that lasted for years, and this song reminds me of the end of that war.
Another song on my current playlist is Maddie Rodriguez's "The Hummingbird." Link
This song, believe it or not, reminds me of a place in a book called Brisinger, by Christopher Paolini. If you have read this book, think of when Arya was telling Eragon about the Menoa tree. In this song, a flower loved a hummingbird, but to me, this song is a terribly sad tale of mistakes.
Warning: Spoilers! I think that flower was experiencing a terrible crush, but went about earning the hummingbird's love the wrong way: by her attractiveness. Because of this, the hummingbird loved her, but it wasn't lasting love. He took all her nectar, and then left her. Only then was the flower able to move on, and love another bird. When the hummingbird tried to come back, he realized "how much it really hurt." However, he had already moved on! He left her, found another flower (doubtless draining all of her nectar, too) and only then wanted her back again.
Alright, readers, this post is already long enough! So sorry! however, I will post on books immediately!
And wonderful readers: if you do archery, don't forget your arm guard!

Why am I not updating?

Dearest of readers...
Why am I not updating as often?
Unfortunately, I must say that it is because I am slightly depressed with blogging.
Depressed, you say?
Yes.
Here's how it goes: I know that many of you check this blog, to see if I updated, but honestly, if you just come to read and enjoy yourself, it's not that personal.
I see how many pageviews I get, but what I mean is, anyone can leave a pageview. Anyone. It takes a personality to leave a comment, or to follow the blog.
I have one follower.
And my follower is my mother. (No offence, Mom. You know I love you.)
Let me lay out a few more statistics.
I have blogged somewheres around 45 posts.
I have had 6 comments in the whole history of this blog. Six.

Readers, that is depressing. Every time I write something, I think, Is this good enough for my blog? Is this good enough for my readers? And many times, it isn't. Sometimes, I rewrite and edit posts over the period of a week, until I think that it's good enough.
When I write an abstract short, it's like I'm capturing one of my moods, a part of my personality, a feeling that I have, and putting it in a cage for you to admire. It's like I'm cutting off a part of myself to show it to you.
And then... Silence.
Nothing.
As you can imagine, I'm wilting. Criticism is a heavy burden, but I would rather bear a terrible critic who commented badly on every post I blogged than this withering silence.
Please, readers: please.
Leave a comment, like a post, like the blog, follow the blog.
Anything.
If there is something you want me to do, say it.
Do you want me to show pictures of myself? Or of my life?
Do you want me to start doing a fashion part of the blog? Show you my favorite outfits and clothes?
Do you want me to share my favorite music or critique books that I read?
Please, please, please, just say something.
And thank you for reading.

Being the Perfect Daughter

Dear readers:

I want to share something with you.

Readers: “O rly?”

Me: Dear readers, sarcasm is not even the lowest form of wit. It isn’t wit at all.

Readers: *Mindblown*

Ahem…

So, I wanted to share something that I have been doing over the past few months, rather unconsciously.

I have been trying to make myself the perfect daughter.

I started doing it without realizing it at first, but then, I thought, “This isn’t so bad.”

Here’s what I’ve been doing.

1.     Always say ‘yes’. No matter what your parents ask you to do, just agree with it and do it.

2.     Say yes pleasantly. Rolling your eyes or sighing dramatically scores no points, even though you did say yes.

3.     “Ma’am” and “Sir” are phrases used far too little. When your parent calls you, jump up and go to them, and say, “Yes ma’am!” or “Yes, sir!” Parents notice this very soon, and will probably comment on your willingness.

4.     Don’t wait for someone to say something. One of the most noticeable things is putting away the clean dishes in the dishwasher. Don’t let anyone ask you, just do it.

5.     Clean random rooms. Clean the bathroom unexpectedly, or the living room, or make your parent’s bed for them.

6.     Be a pleasant person to work with. Don’t grumble, don’t be angry.

7.     Get up early! Your parents might get up at five, like mine. I don’t get up at five, though: I get up at seven and am always ready to go when we leave somewhere.

You should try at least one of these things, and gradually start working on doing more of them. My parents noticed me doing this quite early on, maybe even before I realized it myself, and have rewarded me in small ways like not asking me to do household chores. 

Dear readers, I hope you try this. Even if you are a boy. You can start being the perfect son by following these guidelines. 

And my very dear readers, have a wonderful week.

Mr. Parkour

So my brother and I were having a conversation that totally made sense, and then he waves the "LADEN FORE-FINGER OF DOOM" at me and says,
"One day, my boomerang will come back to life and then you will regret naming your bobcat Joey!"

...
I definitely won't post the conversation that led up to this sentence here, but if anyone ever feels like coming out and visiting me at my home... Just ask!

A Short Poem

Hello, readers!
Here is something I wrote on a napkin.
I do hope that you enjoy it.

The silent, bare trees 
are like prison bars
to me. 

The cold, grey sky 
is like a cage 
to me.

The watchful, white owls 
are like jailers 
to me. 

But I do not mind 
This imprisonment,
these walls,

For the time passes quickly,
like flying,
to me.