Haunting.

There really is no better word for this book. Released at the end of September 2011, this is the first of two parts (I believe, unless she decides to make it a trilogy). And it throws your whole mind for a loop. You spend half your time wondering if you are going crazy right along with Mara and other times flushing at her [seriously twisted] romantic interludes with Noah Shaw, British bad boy.

What I love about this book is Michelle’s writing. It flows so beautifully and sucks you in. It’s dark, delicious, haunting, twisted and everything I admire in a talented writer. I cannot wait for the sequel to this and anything else she writes for that matter.

From the Dust Jacket: Mara Dyer believes life can’t get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there.

It can.

She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her strangely unharmed.

There is.

She doesn’t believe that after everything she’s been through, she can fall in love.

She’s wrong.

Seriously, though Buy It.

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I love these terms.  They appear most frequently in the writing world when referring to “how” you approach your manuscript.  Do you plot everything with outlines, synopses, character spreadsheets, colorful tabs in a binder or in a computer program?  Or do you just open a text window and write by the seat of your pants, letting the words tumble out as they may and THEN go back and edit?

I was thinking about these terms in relation to, well, life.  And it got me thinking about what aspects of my life are plotted and which are by the seat of my pants.  When it comes to my writing, I’m a pantser.  Oh, definitely.  My current manuscript is very Pollack-esque at the moment…

When it comes to mothering, I’m a combination of both.  Olivia depends on a certain amount of routine but it can and does vary depending on her mood, when she wakes up, how she slept/naps/etc.

When it comes to being a wife, I’m a pantser.  I go with it as much as I can.  I try to, at least.  I definitely could use some work in that arena.

When it comes to me…maybe both?  I lot of times I feel like I try to plot but end up getting ripped along with the current of the day to day.  I think I’m forcibly a pantser there.

What about you?  As a wife, husband, parent, writer/gardener/crafter/<insert hobby here>?  Are you a pantser or a plotter?  Do you want to be one or the other?  Would you prefer to be the opposite of what you are?

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I had just finished reading The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins (which, if you haven’t read it, please do. Just. Go. Read it.) and tweeted such on The Twitter. Immediately, I received a reply from a friend saying if I liked that trilogy (or books of that ilk) I should check out this new book, Divergent by this new author, Veronica Roth.

She’s 23. Don’t mind me – I’ll just be over there being 31 and jealous for a moment.

Anyway.

Wow.

To be fair, one should not necessarily compare this to The Hunger Games trilogy because, beyond the similarity of a female heroine struggling to overcome X while falling in love with That Guy and is told in first-person present, it is a COMPLETELY different story. It’s just a pet peeve I have. Like comparing all fantasy to Lord of Rings or Harry Potter. Just doesn’t need to be done, in my opinion. Let the lady tell her story!

Sorry.

Anyhow, this book sucked me in from page one and did not let go until the end. The world Veronica creates is one of darkness, confusion, craziness, sexiness, fun and, at some odd times, enviable. The main character, Tris, is a fun little heroine with quite the defiant streak. Watching her evolve and morph into who she is by the end of Book One (yes, this is a trilogy) is a fantastic ride. Her love interest, Four, is, well, hot. I will just leave it at that.

From Amazon: In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.

During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles to determine who her friends really are—and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes infuriating boy fits into the life she’s chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she’s kept hidden from everyone because she’s been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers a growing conflict that threatens to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves… or it might destroy her.

This book is fun. That’s the best word I can use to describe it. It’s one I will read again very soon.

Buy it!

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