the catastrophic history of you and me

The Catastrophic History of You and Me

Today I offer you another book I finished in one sitting or lying (what, I was in bed and it was 10 pm) – Jess Rothenberg’s The Catastrophic History of You and Me.

the catastrophic history of you and me

Image courtesy of Goodreads

To be honest, I am not drawn to the cover as it is a bit too tacky for my liking. What happened to the likes of This Song Will Save Your Life?

However, the plot description kind of did it for me. A fifteen-year-old girl, Brie, died literally of a broken heart after her boyfriend broke up with her and she wakes up in the afterlife utterly clueless what’s going to happen next. She gets help from one of the dead and gone, Patrick, who looks like Tom Cruise circa Top Gun and from there, everything gets interesting and weird. Interestingly weird, anyone? Continue reading

Monday Poems: Nerissa del Carmen Guevarra

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This week’s Monday poem is called Tremors by Nerissa del Carmen Guevarra.

Actually, what is left
Is a vague memory that I loved you.

You sit across me
And still my arms know the depth-feel
Of you, weight-density heavier
Than this silence.

Do not worry. They will not move
Like they used to.

Instruments like Geiger counters
Do not need to be in a crack
To feel a quake.

A single tremor multiplied
Can tell the greatest of rifts
Like now.

Across you, I finally understand

The Theory of Continental Drifts:
Ages ago, we were just one island
That had forgotten its shape.

fangirl rainbow rowell book cover


Okay. So this is a long overdue rant about Rainbow Rowell‘s new novel, Fangirl. It is a coming-of-age tale of fan fiction, family, and first love. Don’t let those last two words fool you because this book has so much wisdom I reread it five times (FIVE TIMES). This post is full of spoilers (sorry can’t help it) so if you haven’t read the book skip this one and for 100 years of good luck, read the book!!!!!

fangirl rainbow rowell book cover

Let me tell you about this book okay. It’s the gift of the gods. It’s the best thing that has ever happened to Contemporary Young Adult Fiction. Rainbow Rowell is a magical entity made of emotional realness, unicorns, and My Little Pony. Fangirl is also so unique in that it is a bookception. It combines three unique narrative voices of Rainbow Rowell, Cath as Magicath, and Gemma T. Leslie, the author of the Simon Snow series. Continue reading

Monday Poems: Matt Brand

This week’s Monday Poem is called get off your phone, come out, and give me your hand, stupid by Matt Brand.

do not bore me
with your schedule,
I’ve one just as busy,
folded in back pocket
behind the phone
I’ve turned off; here with the moon,
let me tell you:

I will autumn into your eyes
like a moon does into darkness
and dreams; waltzing
I will greet you and we will make
a door wreath of time for the new year
with no end date; we can change
in this privacy, into the ocean
or a closed locket safe
in the back of a closed antique store.

Put away your cameras, loneliness,
and tarnish; I know of limited a sale on
freedom and fort-materials, let’s
copy our tied shoelaces with finding fingers,
undo the hiccups others may have left
like dirty dishes in those eyes of yours,
and watch me dinosaur through loud
vocal impersonations of these songs
that place it all into our private flawed

history books of the touching mind.

Monday Poems: One Art

Late post. Sorry, sorry. This week’s Monday poem is One Art by Elizabeth Bishop. I keep reading this over and over and it hurts.

the art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
lose something every day. accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
the art of losing isn’t hard to master.

then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. none of these will bring disaster.

i lost my mother’s watch. and look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
the art of losing isn’t hard to master.

i lost two cities, lovely ones. and, vaster,
some realms i owned, two rivers, a continent.
i miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

— even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
i love) i shan’t have lied. it’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.