the gravitational pull of literature

I’m sure this has all been written a thousand times, by different people with different morals, values, opinions, goals, and past life experiences. People who have learned to deal with suffering and ecstasy in a similar way. But this is my take on it, how my pain, joy, grief, rage, and passion have all shaped how I think about it. The it is literature, and more specifically, the gravitational pull of literature.

Sitting down to write this post, I already knew what I wanted it to be about, but coming up with a title seemed to me a little more demanding. A title is such a daunting word to me, because this is the thing people are going to read first. The words and how you somehow string them together could make or break whether people even read it. Do you think so many people would have read The Hunger Games or Harry Potter and the Sorcerer Stone if the title didn’t draw them in to begin with? But sitting down and staring at a blank screen for a while, the concept came to me. Gravity is what centers everything on earth to the ground, holding us to where we need to be to exist. Without gravity where would we be? Circling back, where would any of us be without literature or writing?

Coming to a sudden realization a few days ago, reading and writing is a vast part of my life no one really knows about, that I can’t imagine going through a day without. It’s this little secret world I can escape into after a bad day, and imagine worlds with witches and wizards, or the most romantic relationships you can think of. I can twist choices and decisions, writing a whole new outcome with millions of alternative endings. It’s where all the judgement and hate all seem to wash away as my pen scribbles along notebook pages, or fingers fly across the keyboard. My writing is my soul, heart, and feelings all compressed into a five paged short story or twenty line poem. That’s why it is utterly terrifying to ever share it with anyone, knowing it’s not just grammar or punctuation their critiquing, but you. In my mind, I can be whoever I want to be. The rebellious, badass teenager with an attitude problem and who smokes cigarets in black and white aesthetic pictures, or the strong brave hearted heroine born into battle in a world with dragons and monsters.

Having the ability to come home and open the spine of a book, and burying myself in mounds of blankets with my tumblr – looking fairy lights is possibly the most satisfying feeling. Because similar to writing, I know the minute I get immersed in Cassandra Clare’s shadowhunting world or Sarah J Maas’s empire of deciet, the outside world is shut off. I don’t hear the drama buzzing with who’s dating who at school, or whatever worries are bothering my mind. Living without literature of writing would seem to be hell on earth for me, living without expressing my emotions in a artisitc way through the the endless river of words that pour out of me.

Thinking bigger than just myself, where would our culture be if the greatest writers of all time had decided to follow a different path. A path they were guarenteed pay and stability, without the concern of where their next meal would come from or how they were going to support their families.

I hope everyone reading this has their own version of “the gravitional pull of literature”, may it be writing/reading, music, playing an instrument, painting, drawing, singing, or anything else.




random rambling #3

Hello my lovely readers!

I know I have been absent for a while which as made me really sad. I love writing and interacting with all of you guys everyday.

I went to my freshmen orientation yesterday, and got my schedule and locker. The building is huge, so it’s a guarantee that I will get lost for at least the first two months of school. I got my first elective pick, which was Introduction to Journalism. I’m super excited to start all of my classes and get into the this new school year.

High school swimming started about three weeks ago, and I’m already exhausted. Waking up at 6:00 am every morning to go swim is great, but it’s so early. By the time I’m done with my two-hour practice and half an hour of weight lifting, it’s 9 am. So if I was comparing that to all of my friends, I have burned 1500 calories before most of them are even up.

I think I might document my first week of high school and post it. It might be an interesting journalistic experiment to reflect on my induction into the frightening and scary world of high school.

I’ll be posting some Quote of the Days, reviews, Random Ramblings, and everything else soon. I can’t wait to read all of your comments and ideas with all of my posts.

Have a great day!


quote of the day 7/17

“I keep wondering if it’ll ever hurt less. This…this hole in our lives.”

“Oh, I imagine it’ll hurt less eventually. I think there will always be a hole, though. But lace is one of the most beautiful fabrics, you know. All those holes and gaps, but it’s still complete somehow- still lovely.”

– When We Collided, by Emery Lord

random rambling #2

Ok, right now I am very upset.

Let me explain.

About three days ago I started a book, “Good Girls” by Sara Shepard. I was super excited about getting into it, because I really enjoyed the first book in the series, “The Perfectionists”.  I got into it, and it was turning out to be a sound and fluffy summer read for me to enjoy in between my books about depression and death (I loved “All the Bright Places” and “When We Collided”, but they can get really deep at times). I was about 100 pages into the book when something about it started to get suspicious. Everything happening seemed too familiar. I kept reading, assuming it was just how Sara Shepard regularly uses the same writing technique, phrases, and descriptions. I got to around page 123 and couldn’t take it anymore. So I just flipped to the last page, thinking that if I already read it I would recognize the ending. And that if I didn’t recognize it, oh well. 

I knew it. I knew the ending.

I had already read the damn book, and then I just wasted three days reading a mediocre novel reminisce of Pretty Little Liars (which I quit reading after the sixth one). Side note:  why does anyone need to write a 16 book series? Cassandra Clare and Sarah J Maas shouldn’t even do that. Not that I totally wouldn’t read anything either of those people wrote. Eventually the series is going to get boring to the readers. Everyone will then stop reading because they want to rip their eyeballs out due to the repetitive nature of the novel. It’s just inevitable.

Back to my original thought, I’m just sad I wasted my time reading a book I had already finished. I don’t even remember reading it at all. I don’t know when I would have, and I don’t really remembered if I enjoyed it. Alas, I am now on to the next book I haven’t read yet, “It’s Kind of a Funny Story”. 

Thank you to all you read and listened to my book rant.

I feel much better.



“Love & Gelato” Review

“Lina is spending the summer in Tuscany, but she isn’t in the mood for Italy’s famous sunshine and fairy-tale landscape. She’s only there because it was her mother’s dying wish that she get to know her father. But what kind of father isn’t around for sixteen years? All Lina wants to do is get back home.

But then Lina is given a journal that her mom had kept when she lived in Italy. Suddenly Lina’s uncovering a magical world of secret romances, art, and hidden bakeries. A world that inspires Lina, along with the ever-so-charming Ren, to follow in her mother’s footsteps and unearth a secret that has been kept from Lina for far too long. It’s a secret that will change everything she knew about her mother, her father—and even herself.

People come to Italy for love and gelato, someone tells her, but sometimes they discover much more.” – description from

Overall Rating – ♥♥♥♥/♥♥♥♥♥

A light & fluffy summer read + romance and self discovery + the road of finding yourself + the importance of family = the perfect contemporary, aka Love and Gelato by Jenna Evans Welch. This book was part of my June book haul, and ended up taking me only a day and a half to read. Finishing this novel resulted in leaving me with a sunny and satisfied mood, with how the storyline wrapped up and the happy ending all of the main characters seemed to get.

I adore books that take place in another country, especially when the author executes the city well. In that case I feel as though I am experiencing the country with the characters. As all of the book takes place in Florence, Italy and Rome, Italy, I felt like I was with Lina as she walked down the cobblestone streets and ate stracciatella gelato with Ren. I could feel the culture and feeling of Italy radiating off of the pages in every chapter.

The characters were described well, and painted very realistically. I enjoyed following Lina on her journey to explore Italy the way her mother did in her time there. I loved how Ren and Lina ended up being great friends for the majority of the book, instead of getting into a relationship right away. They were such a good team, with how they relied on each other for support. When one was needing the other, they would run miles just to be near each other.

Lina mom’s journal was my probably my favorite part of the book. It had Lina going out of her comfort zone with every challenge, and showed her the true beauty of Florence through her and her mother’s eyes. The battle the she had with reading it at first showed the readers how hard it was for Lina to deal with her mother’s death.

Overall, I really enjoyed, almost loved this radiant contemporary. A story all about a daughter trying to find out who she really is in a new country, with new family, friends, hidden secrets, adventures, and love. I would totally recommend for any readers of Stephanie Perkins and Jenny Han, or any one with a knack for cute, worldly young adult novels.

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