Posts tagged house rules
Maggie May
"Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.”
House Rules by Jodi Picoult. While I can agree with the common opinion people may have that all of her books are the same — there’s a sybling with a problem, a normal sybling who has problems from that, and somehow through it all a court case arises, and possibly someone dies sometime throughout the book — I think that each of the different stories, with different illness, are fantastically written. I truly LOVE how each chapter is written in the perspective of a different character. Usually in books you get one tone the entire time. But in Jodi Picoult books you get different attitudes, points of view and personalities. It’s never boring. I also like her books because you learn about a certain condition. This one in particular was Aspergers. Very interesting to say the least; and I thought the ending was absolutely adorable. I recommend this book to anyone who likes a murder myster, with a court case, and lots of emotion. VERY good in my eyes. Jodi Picoult is definetly an author I wish I was friends with, and could just call up to talk about the book after I finish it.
Next up: Looking for Alaska by John Green
We aren’t in this world anymore, just haunting its edges.
If I know I feel it, that’s what counts. Don’t you ever look at someone who’s hysterical in public and wonder if it’s because they really feel miserable or because they want others to know they’re miserable. It kind of dilutes the emotion if you display it for the whole world to see. Makes it less pure.
There have been all kinds of studies done. People are more attracted to people with symmetrical features, for example. And symmetrical men smell better to women. Also, people who have similar genetic traits are attracted to each other. It probably has something to do with evolution.
But for the record, I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer
I imagine how cool it would be if small talk wasn’t lies.
She is crying, but there’s a smile on her face. For God’s sake, is it any wonder I can’t ever understand what you people are feeling?
I am the first person to tell you that I do not really understand love. How can you love your new haircut, love your job, and love your girlfriend all at once? Clearly the word doesn’t mean the same thing in different situations, which is why I have never been able to figure it out with logic.
My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.
The expressions on people’s faces are not always the reflections of how they feel inside.
Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There’s only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.
Let me just come out and say I don’t get the sex thing. I don’t understand why a guy like Mark, who seems completely hell-bent on exchanging bodily fluids with Jess, isn’t equally excited to talk about the fact that snot, bleach and horseradish can all give you false positives for blood during presumptive tests. And I don’t understand why neurotypical guys are obsessed with girl breasts. I think it would be an enormous pain to have those sticking out in front of you all the time.
The reason I choose not to look at people is that I don’t think it’s polite to rifle through someone’s thoughts, and the eyes might as well be glass windows, they’re that transparent.
I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can’t find words to speak and you think about her all the. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into her eyes.
Well, that’s a deal breaker for me.
How come people drink if it tastes like this?
