In Hopkin's sequel to Crank, Kristina is trying to stay clean and raise her son, Hunter. But her old lifestyle and the drugs beckon, and the lure becomes too strong. Like the first, it is written as a series of poems that tell the narrator's story. And like the first, it is an interesting, easy, but not-too-phenomenal read.
I liked this book better than the first one and I'm not quite sure why. Maybe because I already knew the characters and the plot thus far, so it was easier to get into. Or maybe by the middle of his book Tolkien really started firing it up. Whatever it is, I really enjoyed this one, and am looking forward to the final book.
This is not a book review, although that sounds like a book title! This is an update on my lack of blogging. I fractured my right arm at my son's school fundraiser. One moment I was gaily sailing past the PTA moms, turning to wave--the next I was down on the ice, nauseous with pain. The arm is getting better (its been a week), but still not usable--and I am right handed. I have about 8 books to catch up on reviews for, and I'm going to try to get to them in the next week. The good thing is I'm getting pretty good at typing with just my left hand!
For as long as she can remember, Lisa Litberg has loved to write. Over the years she has amassed quite a collection of short stories and poetry, but Free is her first novel. A high school teacher for 15 years, she tries to empower her urban students with the written word. When she isn’t writing or teaching, Lisa might be dancing, singing with a cover band or performing her own songs with a guitar, but it’s more likely she’s hanging out in her Chicago apartment with her son Trevor watching The Walking Dead.
"The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience." (Atticus, To Kill a Mockingbird;Harper Lee) "But maybe the last part of the symphony was the music she loved the best--glad and like the greatest people in the world running and springing up in a hard, free way. Wonderful music like this was the worst hurt there could be. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen." (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers)
"Dark of the invisible moon. The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp." (The Road; Cormac McCarthy)
"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened." (The Restaurant at the End of the Universe; Douglas Adams)
"I ought not to have listened to her," he confided to me one day. "One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much, should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity."
And he continued his confidences: "The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her..." (The Little Prince; Anton de Saint-Exupery)
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead. (Betting on the Muse; Charles Bukowski)
Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business. (Tom Robbins)
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. (The Prophet; Kahlil Gibran)
You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. (C.S. Lewis)
"For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and of valor. Of the endless fluid passage of humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who--one word--love." (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers)