Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

I have very few things to say about this book except that it has many good reviews, so far. I'm excited to get it, though! (Looking for this book has been my recent obsession.)

Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

So, I have never read the actual book. However, when I saw the film on PBS, I just had to read it. You know what they say, the book is always better than the movies. But, I haven't been able to find the book lately. I went to all the book stores I know in the city and it seems that they are always "out of stock." I don't know. It's not like I'm old enough to own and manage a credit card. So, no online shopping for me. Despite the numerous setbacks, I WILL find my book!

Villette by Charlotte Bronte

So far, Villette is my favorite out of the other Bronte sisters' books. I feel as if I identify with the protagonist, Lucy Snowe, and I do. As I read through the book, Lucy begins to be very endearing to me. I don't know why but, I empathize her. Maybe it's because I had several similar experiences to Lucy's.

Green Eggs and Ham, Stephanie I Am

I am very diverse with my interests. As far as my personality goes, I could be very indecisive at times, which is sometimes bad. My passion truly lies with creative writing and literature. However, I fear that if I pursue it any higher I would soon lose interest in it. Writing, for me, is spontaneous. That's why I ramble on a lot about many things.
But, seriously, I love how rich words are. Human speech and the wide range of vocabularies and language all amaze me. When films based on Jane Austen's or Charles Dickens' books came out on PBS, I would feast myself on the rich nineteenth century language. I love the character's accent and the setting, all of which makes me feel at home.
If someone asks me what my favorite book is, I would not be able to say because I like pretty much all the books that I've read, excluding several mandatory school books.
Anyways, here I go chattering away. I won't take but a minute of your time. Tootles!

Fact

I love optimism. Do you?

Fact

I don't get mad when someone gives me false hopes but I do get disappointed.

Fact

I really miss my relatives back in my homeland.

Homesick

You know that feeling

when you recognize something.

A smell, a song, a picture, 

a voice, anything.

You remember a past-time memory.

It's happened to me lots of times.

I would smell something 

like sandalwood and

suddenly, I'm back to that time when

my grandmother would

bathe me in a pool of sandalwood soap.

Or maybe I would recognize

a certain song and

the lyrics would take me to 

that long ago time.

Entranced, I would dream a dream that's

already dreamed of.

Sitting in the park, I see a bunch of people

socializing, talking, having fun.

Here, I'm thinking about my distant

relatives and how much I miss them.

I would like to return to that place

I call my home. 

That is where I belong.

But, I know that I must face reality.

So, here I am, dreaming. 

Sweet Pretense

As a growing teenager,
I would like to be able to have more freedom.
I even set limits for myself.
Sometimes I would go to places
With just a friend, my best friend.
That means only me and her.
We do not stay out until 6 p.m.
We do not stir trouble
Or cause mishaps with others.
We just want to be like other teenagers.
Why can't I make memories for myself?
Why so many restrictions?
You should not be surprised that I would
like to go and shoot myself in the head right now.
Why live when I'm not really living?
It's very pointless to me.
Every decision I make always have to
revolve around you.
You never like anything I do, anyways.
See, the good thing about old people,
even though I don't really like them,
is that they die soon.
Or maybe they're dying already.
Why do I sound so cruel?
Because I have no more room for sweet pretense anymore.

I'd Like

I'd like to say that I'm unhappy,
But they'd say that I'm ungrateful.

I'd like to say I'm sad at times,
But they'd say that I'm emo or depressed.

I'd like to trust someone with my thoughts,
But I don't want to burden them.

I'd like to do many things,
But there's not enough possibilities.

Does that mean I'm a bad person?