Supernaturally by Kiersten White and Jessica Rules the Dark Side by Beth Fantaskey

So, I actually woke up early this morning, around 9:30 (Shut up, thats extremely early for me, thanks.) and logged on to my goodreads acount (http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3655826) to find that two highly awaited books now had their covers.

I was stoked! I get so happy when the covers are release, that may sound a tad strange to you, but I am strange, so that maes sense. Alrighty. First of all there is Supernaturally, and I cannot freaking wait for that book to be released!! ahhh.

For all of you who don't know what that book is, it is the sequel to Paranormalcy. If you click, it'll take you to the goodreads page. I seriously reccomend that book to EVERYONE! It was pretty awesome.

So here is the cover Supernaturally, enjoy:

Okay. That cover, is simply AMAZING! Can't waiiitt for the book :)

and the front and back:

 

 Oooohh...pretty....

For Jessica Rules the Dark Side, I equally love the cover (OK, fine. Maybe I like Supernaturally a little more, but still....)

and the blurb:

When Jessica Packwood found out she was a Romanian vampire princess, she had the shock of her teenage life. Turns out that was the easy part. Now, married to Prince Lucius Vladescu, she has to claim her throne and convince a vampire nation she’s fit to be their queen. But Jess can’t even order a decent meal from her castle’s Romanian staff, let alone deal with devious undead subjects who would love to see her fail.

And when Lucius is accused of murdering a vampire Elder and imprisoned without the blood he needs, Jessica finds herself alone, fighting for both their survivals.

Desperate to clear her husband’s name and win his release, Jess enlists the help of her best friend Mindy Stankowicz and Lucius’s mysterious Italian cousin, Raniero Lovatu. But both of them are keeping some dark secrets. Can Jess figure out who to trust – and how to rise to power – before she loses everything, including the vampire she loves?

Full of romance, mystery, and danger, the highly anticipated sequel to Jessica’s Guide to Dating on the Dark Side shows that sometimes a princess has to earn her “happily ever after” – with a sharpened stake in hand.

Two words for these books:

CAN'T WAIT!

Blurred

Alright. So that is the title of the story I am currently writing. Oh, that's just tempory, probaby. But untill I come up with something different, and or better, then it's Blurred. Here's the current idea/blurb thing I have for it.

India-Rose. Shot dead at the age seventeen, she is stuck in the world of the living and the dead as a ghost. India is given a mission to redeem the opposing qualities of Heaven in order to move on from the strange world she is stuck in.

Isaac Cain. Forced to live with the death of his family and the strange ability to see the death of people who are stuck in the world of the living and dead.
An impossible mission.
Irresistible choices.
Can India save Isaac’s soul before it’s too late?

Does it sound too, cliche? Or, i dunno, corny? Please tell me if it does :)

I haven't written much yet, but here's the Prolouge for you;

From the moment the bullet plunged through my chest, I knew was dead and that there was nothing I could do about it. After long agonizing moments the pain slipped away and blackness encased my in its tight grasp.

I was dead, and the peaceful stretched endlessly out in front of me and I briefly wondered if there was a God waiting for me on the other side, or if there was a heaven.
There was.

I could see it, see its marvelling beauty. I stretched out my hand out, wanting to touch it, to have it clenched between my fists. But something cut me off sharply and I was thrown back into the swirling oblivion of blackness.


100 YEARS LATER:

I stood in the middle of the graveyard, holding my hands palm up, my eyes closed. A slight breeze swayed the trees and eerie whistling sound running through the trees.

The full moon was right ahead of me, silvery moonlight falling over my hands.

I muttered the words under my breath that would send me to my final peace. Or so I had hoped. The wind rose to a scream and my eyes flew open. I was staring at a tall cloaked figure, that was of course a transparent silvery colour, the same shade of silver as the moon.

She smiled at me, her long hair falling over her shoulder. I looked at her expectantly and I let my hands fall back to my sides.

‘I think I can safely presume that you wish to move on?’
She asked her voice light and silverly like a soft cloud floating gracefully through the sky.

‘Yes,’ I whispered, my voice edged with eagerness. ‘I want to leave.’ She laughed again, shaking her head slowly back and forth.

‘Unfortunately, that cannot be arranged.’ My mouth gaped open in mute horror.

‘Why not?’ I asked, outraged. She smiled wider.

‘Because,’ she said, like she was explaining something to a two year old ‘you have done things in your life that Heaven will not tolerate.’ fury lashed my insides, clawing at my throat.

I swallowed it down with some difficultly.

What had I done to deserve an eternity of stuck here? Sure, I had bullied people, ruined people’s lives. But so what? I had been killed unfairly, if I might say so. Murdered might be the better term to use.

I used to be popular, blonde, vain and cruel. I felt no shame or remorse for what I’ve done in my lifetime and I was proud of what I’d done. But then I had been killed in a downtown shooting when I was out with some friends and my life had crashed painfully down to the floor.

‘So what? I’m stuck in this hell hole?’ I replied, crossing my arms. She shrugged the smile still in place. It looked friendly enough; but I thought I could see a touch of amusement to it. I glowered at her.

‘I wouldn’t compare the Land of The Living to Hell, there quite different in comparison. But I am willing to give you a second chance.’

‘Yeah?’ I grunted, not impressed with her offer. ‘And what do I have to do?’ he lifted a shoulder in a half shrug.

‘Well.’ She began, and a glint of hope flashed briefly in her eyes. ‘I have a mission for you.’

I laughed openly

Yeah? What do you want me to do, old lady. Anything to get me outta here.’ I snickered. He face remained expressionless.
‘I want you to save his Soul.’ Were the only things she said. The smile slipped from my face.

‘Whose?’ I asked, confused. The woman smiled mysteriously.
‘As soon as you see him, you’ll know.’ She gave me one last smile of hope, and then vanished, leaving a small necklace at her feet.

I picked it up, the stone cool in my fingers. It was beautiful, so I slipped it over my head. I gasped in surprise and looked at my arms. The moonlight no fell in with my silvery skin, but over pale, normal, human looking skin.

I looked like I had to go out in public. I took a step forward and almost fell over again. I felt so heavy, not the light floating sensation that I normally felt. I took another step forward but this time I regained my balance.

I noticed a thick roll of paper out of the corner of my eyes. Curious I picked it up.

It was an enrolment form for the local high school, just around the corner from the old, abandoned house I spent most of my time at. School?

Ahh. Didn’t that bring back sweet memories?

A grin slowly spread across my face and I tucked in into the jacket I was wearing.

This was going to be fun. Here I come school, I’m on my way.

I might change some of it, but thats what it is going to be for now, if you want to read some more, here's da link :P

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/256711-blurred

being sick and poetry

Okay. So it's no fun being sick, right? And it's doubly worse because,
a) I miss out on school, and when I get back, I'll have a mountain of homework that I'll have to catch up on,
b) I feel to sick to write, and that kills me, cause I love to write and
c) I don't actually feel like doing anything whatsoever.

anyways, theres the first part of this blog, being sick. The second part of this blog is about...Poetry!! Wooohooo!! Seriously, though. I love poetry, who doesn't? Honestly, I have NO idea where this sudden love for poetry has come from. I just thought hey, I'm stuck with my writing, why not try something different, for a change?

So. I started to write poetry and I got alot of positive comments from it. At first I as surprised, I hadn't expected that, but people seemed to like my poetry. I'll post some now, this was the first proper poem I actually wrote, and I think it's my favourite. It is called "Forever":

Everything is surreal.
The roses. Sweet smelling, their colour almost painful on the eye.
The tears. Flowing freely, blinding us until we cannot see.
The sun. So bright, yellow golden in colour.
The voices. the sad the laughing, the cries.
The pain. Like a dagger in my chest. Always there, sore and aching.
You. Gone, I am alone.
Forever.

Things are not right.
The moonlight. So silver and bright, but not comforting.
The memories. They have faded locked away in my mind.
The hugs. Words of comfort that I never remember.
The colours. They were always so bright and pretty.
The promise. One that I will never forget.
The night. So never ending and dark.
You. In my mind.
Forever.


Everything of you has gone.
You possessions. All gone, sold, forgotten
Your smell. That perfume, it has faded.
The flowers. They are missing. Where are they?
You’re cooking. Always with love and care.
That garden. Normally wild, now clean and refined.
The car. Something that was always there for you.
You. Always lingering there.
Forever.


Things are better.
The photos. It doesn’t hurt so much to look at them.
The tears. They cease to flow.
The dandelions. I blow them, they remind me of you.
The smiles. I smile, it’s not so hard, now.
The frowns. They have disappeared from my face.
You. I will always remember you.
Forever.

But there is always never something that I will give up. Never.
I will always remember you. Forever.

If you want to see anymore of my poetry, here's the link to my goodreads poetry:
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/255635-kara-s-poetry-collection

and my goodreads account is here:http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3655826-kara

that's all for now, I think. I feel kinda tied, but I may post later :) 

Twilight Saga

Ahhh. Another day, another blog. Brilliant! So here I go:


Okay. So I admit, I was a little late jumping on the bagwagon. Perhaps more than a little late. But that's not the point. I used to hate Twilight, and Stephanie Meyer for that matter. Why? you ask- well you probably don't, but I'll answer it anyway- because there was so much friggin' fuss over it. What was so good about it, i always refuse to give it ago and used to shudder just at the mention of the 'T' word.


And then, on day. I was desperate for something to read. And when I say desperate, I mean really, really desperate. I was at the library, glaring at the rows and rows of books that I had already read a million times before. I saw the books under the "M" section. And then I saw it. Sitting there, looking at me, daring me to pick it up, borrow it, and read it. It wasn't the version with the apple. It was the cover with Bella and Edward on it. *shudders, robert pattinson* So I picked it up and scanned the blurb. mhmm. Yeah, Forks, new girl, Edward, vampire, love. Yeah, yeah. I get it. It was no big secret that I hated Twilight and whenever the subject was mentioned, that was my chance to diss it as much I could.


So naturally, when my mum saw which book was in my hand, she was shocked. Okay, maybe shocked was a bit of an understatment. hm. I need a better word. Hang on a sec, let me just look it up on http://thesaurus.com/.


Right. Surprised? Staggered? Startled? Astounded? Amazed? Stunned? Flabbergasted. Yeah, I think that's the right word. it'll do, it's close enough. She read the whole Saga, and enjoyed it. So, I asked her:
"Hey, mum. Theres nothing else here to read, do you think I should give it  ago?" I don't exactly remember her response, but I'm sure she said something like:
"Uhh...Um, yeah. Sure, you never know till you've tried it." Well. Anyhow, I borrowed it. And I read it. And I loved it. I read the whole series within a week or so, even with school and homework. That reminds me, I still have to write a proper reveiw for it, I'm sure I'll get around to it...sometime.


But, that's not what this post is for. Like I said, i was a little late with the all the Twilight stuff. So I never saw Eclipse at the actual movies, I had to hire it from the video shop. I watched it last night and I am still digesting the fact that Robert Pattinson played Edward Cullen. I mean, gosh. It still amazes me. Unfortunatley for me I read Twilight after I had actually seen the movie. Well no, I hadn't exactly seen it, just a couple of scenes from ads, books, posters and so on. I kept picturing Edward as Robert Pattinson. I couldn't seem to rid my mind of that image...urgh. The same with Bella and so on.


Thats another thing I want to talk about, Bella. Okay, okay. I know she's whiny and stuff. But- honestly- I don't mind her as much as I know a lot of people hate her guts. But seriously, she went through  lots of horrible stuff in her life..errr, existance? i think thats a better word, don't you think? I mean, come on guys, give her some credit, please! She's not completely useless. Well, she can be stupid sometimes.


But I think that's enough rambling for now. I think I might post another thingy tonight if I can find some time. I am lacking something to read at  the moment, so most likley I will post something else.
See you all for now!

First post

Okaaay. Here we go, this is my first post. Ever. Wow, I've been meaning to do this blogging stuff for some time now. But I never got around to actually doing it. Untill now. I should tell you some stuff about me, probably.

The first thing you should know, is that I am a crazed book lover, I mean, really. If there were no books is the world, I wouldn't know what the heck I would do with my time. Another thing you should know about me is that I also love to write. And if I'm not reading, on goodreads.com, sleeping, eating or out then I am writing. I also reveiw books. but I hate doing reveiws, though. They normally turn out like crap, so I don't do them often, but when I do, I'll post in on here. :D Oh, and I'm thirteen years of age, almost fourteen. Awesome.

now, about that writing thing. You know how some people are compelled to...write music? Or play sports? Or help the poor? Well, I'm compelled to write. I normally try to write everyday- my average word count for each day changes between 1000 to 2000- but sometimes I can't just find the time to. Ehh. Those are always off days. Anyway. 'Cause it's the holidays- for me- I am writing as much as i can before school starts again. (arrghhh!!)

Think that's all...for now, anyway. I will post again tomorrow no doubt. It's 10pm here and I'm getting kinda tied now. Strange for me, considering I normally turn nocturnal in the holidays. That can't be a good thing, right? Oh well. I wonder weather someone withh actually bother to read all that crap ^^. I can always hope. :p