I read a book by one of my favourite authors, E. Lockheart. She wrote The Boyfriend List, The Boy Book, Dramarama (I think)...and the book I just finished, called Fly on the Wall.
It was really short, and just...a sweet read. I like her writing style - it's different. Very simple, nothing too wordy or complicated...(Y) Noice. I like reading these short books about girls. Some are really trashy and just soap operas, but I think Lockheart really does a good job. Man, this book was just FUNNY.
The book was about this girl named Gretchen who was half Chinese, half... Russian I think? She loves Spiderman and comics and is a student at some fancy Art School in New York. Gretchen is an outcast. Haha, it's not really clear why, but somehow, she becomes a fly that lives in the boys' locker room, and spies on them and their daily actions.
I don't know if I could say I learned a lot about boys, but I thought the ending was SO SWEET. Sometimes I hate reading because there are just so many beautiful things that I want, and it kills me that they are out of reach.
Well, in the end, Gretchen realizes that she's gotta go for what she wants, and that people are different under their masks...I'm not doing a good job explaining, but that's because I want to get to the quotes I want to put!
*Oh yah, she has a crush on this guy named Titus. MAN I WANT HIM TOO!!
Anyways, here are the quotes:
Thinking about what he must look like - wearing pajamas, eyes heavy with sleep, hair even messier than usual - makes me start to sweat. And then I whisper what I actually think. "I'm sure you look delicious".
He blushes and smiles
and looks down at his notes like he's concentrating.
OH. MAN. (TT)...that is such a cute image...She always acted really aloof, really cold, really distanced - no one could reach her. I love that she put herself out there. (I hope that one day I can be like that...)
Me and Titus.
Titus and me.
There isn't much time. I better get it out and get it over with
"You want to go see a movie with me on Friday? I ask. "We could get dumplings at this place I know, they're like five for a dollar on the street in Chinatown, and then go to the Angelika?"
I can't read his face. He looks surprised, certainly, but I can't tell what else. Wheaether he wants to go or not. "What's playing?" he asks.
Hell. I don't know what's playing!
I had it all figured out about the dumplings
and where the theater was
and everything,
but I never checked what's playing
I take a deep breath. "I don't care," I say. "I just want to see it with you."
Because it's the truth.
I want to go somewhere, anywhere with him.
...speechless...
there's more!
He pulls her into a supply closet and kisses her (GO TITUS!). That in itself is lovely, but I like what she says after.
He pulls away for a second and touches my cheek. "I thought you'd never ask," he whispers.
"I thought I never would either," I say, "but I did."
"Good job," he says, and kisses me again.
And I feel lit up inside, I know it's a cliche, but that's the only way I can say it,
and the bell rings, which means we're late,
and we run, laughing, down the hall,
and I get to math and stand in the doorway a second, watching his scrawny body
tearing down the hall
to whatever he's got next.
OKAY WOW. Typing exercise, much? Haha, well that's about it. I just thought it was lovely. It's everything I want for everyone, and it's everything I want for myself. (I'm such a sap.) A friend of mine said "Love is an evil thing. It's not for everyone." I think it is kid. Keep your head up. (Y) I think it'll find you, and I think you'll love it! ;P
E. Lockheart, sorry for taking your words and using them here. Don't sue me! I just wanted to share it...:) Thanks for writing. Makes me want to write too.
Peace.
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