The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

It is rare that you see a young-adult novel that is simply about people. Even if this kind of novel does make it's way into the dystopian-fantasy-dominated YA shelves, it is usually pushed to the side to make way for fantasy books like Matched, Uglies, and Twilight. (Don't get me wrong, these are good books, too. They are just catering more to what teens want, instead of branching out.) So I was surprised to see the round yellow sticker on the front of The Fault in Our Stars, (Dutton Books, 2012) announcing that this book was a #1 New York Times Bestseller. It didn't have a flashy picture on the cover--instead, two simple clouds announced the title and author. But what was inside was pure gold.

This novel is about a girl named Hazel Grace Lancaster, diagnosed at the age of thirteen with a thyroid cancer that spread to her lungs.  She is hooked up to an oxygen tank almost all of the time that helps her breathe.  Then she meets Augustus Waters, who lost his leg to osteosarcoma. They befriend each other and soon fall in love, before everything falls apart. 

Now, in any one of the novels I mentioned before, both characters would be beautiful/handsome, completely fit and healthy, and then they would fall in love and go through all of these hardships to be able to be in love. (ex. Bella Swan and Edward Cullen of Twilight.) Not one of those people would be hooked up to an oxygen tank or one-legged, because that isn't what appeals to the public. People like reading about these perfect people because they themselves aren't perfect. We like things without flaws. But reading about other people who have faults and imperfections just like us is so much more interesting. And it is those faults that make Augustus and Hazel Grace so much more beautiful than Bella and Edward and their perfect little daughter. This book was honest in a way that I've never seen before. It included the corny things that normal people would say, instead of the perfect way that characters talk in other YA novels. An example:

"As the seats around the gate began to fill, Augustus said, "I'm gonna get a hamburger before we leave. Can I get you anything?"
     "No," I said, 'but I really appreciate your refusal to give in to breakfasty social conventions."
He tilted his head at me, confused. "Hazel has developed an issue with the ghettoization of scrambled eggs," Mom said.
     "It's embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings."
     " I want to talk about this more," Augustus said. "But I am starving. I'll be right back."

These little bits and pieces are what make this novel perfectly human. It shows all sides of people, love, happiness, "corny-ness", heartbreak, and utter sorrow. We all experience this in ways that only a simply human person can. And so, I close this with one simple message. Humans, however much they don't care to admit it, will always relate more to a normal, not particularly special character than some fantastical creature. And that is why The Fault in Our Stars is so successful. It is a book with a simple yet powerful message about what goes on between humans.

 

5 Questions with Mr. Dwayne Betts

Some may recall the post I wrote a couple of weeks ago about Mr. Dwayne Betts' book, A Question of Freedom. I had some questions at the end, and I decided to email Mr. Betts. His answers provide very interesting material to think about after you read the book. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

HF: What audience did you hope would read your book, A Question of Freedom, and why?

MR. DB:  Not sure people write with audiences in mind. About 600,000 people live in DC. Say I just want 10%. Already that's a number most poets will never see for a single book. But let's say I imagine 60,000 people are interested - now will I begin to look at my audience based on race? On class? Based on geography? Already it's hopeless, and I've yet to consider age, sex, whether or not they understand how awesome Tracy Chapman is. Audience, to me, is a gift. You write what you want and maybe you have a few people in mind, friends, colleagues - but mostly I'm writing for me. Selfish as that sounds.

HF: Which was worse: how you felt while in prison, or the physicality of being in prison?

MR. DB: Probably both, but then that wouldn't be answering your question. Let's say how I felt. The physicality, I held up well. Mentally though, prison was a drain.

HF: You now have a book of poetry out; did you write it while in prison? If not, was some of it inspired by your experience there? 

MR. DB: I wrote the poetry after prison. It's hard to say what inspired the poems. Prison. Freedom. My fascination with four leaf clovers. A few poems are just out of anger, one out of love. One because Terrence Johnson killed himself. There is a poem driven by the notion of lifting weighs. One because of George Herbert's "Prayer." I wish I had a better answer but really the poems come from breathing and usually there is no rhyme or reason to the individual breath. Maybe.
 

HF: Did you ever feel that some of the people you met in prison deserved a less severe sentence, particularly the younger ones?

 MR. DB: Most people deserved shorter sentences. The sentences men and women get in the United States are mostly absurd and mostly demonstrate the insanity of our system. I know people with 30,40 years for non homicide and non rape offenses. For robbery. There are people with life for non violent offenses. More than that the sentences are often arbitrary. 30 years in one case becomes 10 in another. The Supreme Court recently said men can't be given mandatory life sentences for crimes committed as juveniles and some of these men, when they went back to court to be re sentenced, were sentenced to 60 years without the possibility of parole. That's obnoxious. Fortunately, some state appeals courts have pushed back on that - but not all. And sadly what I've said doesn't scratch the surface.

HF: Are there things in the outside world that remind you of the time that you were in prison?

MR. DB: Everything reminds me of prison, if I let it. Some things you don't forget, friends still incarcerated being one. So my freedom reminds me of their confinement. I'm going to law school; there is no authentic way for me to think about the law and not think about prison. I get letters from folks. Anyway, prison is a kind of echo that sometimes gets faint, so faint that I cannot hear it. Then, it shouts and I'm reminded it was always present.

A Corner of White by Jaclyn Moriarty

Beginnings are everything. Some can be fabulous, others terrible, and others just plain boring. The beginning of A Corner of White (Panmacmillan Australia, September 2012) was a bit...quirky. Some might have dropped the book before really getting into the plot, because the main character had a bit of an unbelievable life. The book is told from two perspectives, one person in the real world and one in a fantasy one, and I almost thought that both were fantasy because the real world one was so strange. People were reading other people's auras and such. But once you get past that, A Corner of White is really quite a good book. 

In the real world, Madeline lives in London. She wishes she could return to her former life as the daughter of a rich man who had everything she ever wanted. Somewhere other than this earth, Elliot lives in the Kingdom of Cello, where attacks from colors are becoming more and more frequent. (These colors are physical things that I thought of as clouds of violence. They don't actually come wielding knives and other weapons, but the results are the same.) One day, both Madeline and Elliot discover a crack between their worlds, and begin a correspondence that sparks something in both Madeline herself and Elliot's entire world.

It's very important to me when I read a novel that it has a plot that isn't copied from other novels. If it has concepts that are imitations, it feels fake and half-baked. This was definitely not the case with this book. The plot and settings were like nothing I have ever seen before. (I say settings because the story goes back and forth between two different worlds). There was such creativity in the characters, especially in the composition of Madeline, one of two main characters. She is sort of the queen of quirks. She always wears colorful clothes, and has lived almost every exotic place that you can think of, even though she now resides in an "attic flat". She wasn't very nice, either. She was pleasant and polite, but it didn't really come from the heart. That was something that, ironically, made me like her, because she was imperfect. So many main characters are perfect, and it was nice to find someone who needed corrections here. Here's an excerpt: 

"She told them the memory while they ate scones under the apple trees, deck chairs slung low to the ground. 
      "I was riding a skateboard -- we were all on skateboards -- going down a hill."
      " Where was this?" said Belle, eyes closed. 
      "Genoa. In Italy. We were there for a summer. I was going fast -- I was ahead of the others and the hill was steep. The road swerved and suddenly there was an intersection with cars flying in both directions. So I jumped off the skateboard. And that was when I realized how fast I was going. I did that thing where your feet go --" 
She stopped and drummed her fists on the table. 
     "No. Wait. It was faster than that, more like --" 
This time she drummed her fingers instead, fingernails clicking like a typist, fingers tangling and tripping one another. 
     "You know, when your feet are in a panic, trying to catch up with your body." 
She paused. 
     "I came so close to falling," she said. "But I didn't. I saved myself."
She broke a scone in half, spread it with jam, and took a bite. 
     "That's it? That's the memory?" Belle sat up, and nearly lost control of her deckchair.
     "No. There was a six-car pile-up. While I was saving myself, my skateboard rolled onto the highway."
     "Oh, all right, then." Belle regained her chair's composure, and closed her eyes again. Jack hit the side of Belle's head. "Oh, all right then? A six-car bloody pile-up? Oh, all right, then?" 
Madeline laughed, then looked thoughtful. 
     "Nobody was hurt," she said. "Except the cars, I guess."

I don't know, but I think that if I caused a six-car pile-up (even a one-car pile-up, for that matter), I would feel at least a bit guilty. Certainly more guilty than "except the cars, I guess". These are the flaws that make her likeable to a reader, if not her friends: she doesn't know anything of the world's troubles, or even anything of empathy. She's so likeable because you get to watch her change throughout the story. On a bit of a different note, I think that I would have liked to learn more about Elliot. His world was so interesting, and I think that he was a very complex character. Maybe in the next book of this trilogy we'll learn more.

If you hate fantasy, don't read this book. However, if you like interesting characters, than you should give it a try. It is a great book about how people can change, with a very intriguing plot. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm off to search for a crack in this world. 

The Milk of Birds by Sylvia Whitman

Talk about motivational books. I recived The Milk of Birds (Atheneum Books for Young Readers, April 2013) as an ARC  (Advance Reader's Copy) but it has since been officially published. This book has definitely been added to my Top Ten list of favorites. The best thing about it was that the characters were very well constructed. Nawra, a girl in Sudan who went through a terrible experience, is now at a refugee camp in Darfur. K.C. is a young girl in America, experiencing the transition to high school with terrible grades and being as she calls it, "a loser." These girls are paired together through a program called Save the Girls, a program that provides girls who escaped villages that were attacked with money and correspondence from a donor in America. Nawra's village is one of these. And so the story starts, a correspondence across the world.

First of all, Nawra and K.C. are both such strong characters. It was great to see two main female characters who weren't waif-ish and dependent on someone else. Nawra always went through terrible situations and made the best of them, coming out stronger. And K.C., even though she struggled so hard in school and required summer school to pass eighth grade, she managed to joke and have fun with her friends and start a great movement, inspired by Nawra's situation. I can't applaud Ms. Whitman enough. One of my favorite excerpts from the book is the following. 

"It is gray now, no sun left behind the clouds.
    "You are tired, Tata?" Little Zeinab asks.
    "She is braver than she is tired," says Big Zeinab. "I see a lion beneath those clothes. It is my turn now to tell stories. "
She speaks of her daughter's wedding, the meeting of families, the preparation of a feast. I cannot tell my ears to listen as well as my legs to walk, so the story comes and goes. But Big Zeinab's voice is a rope that I keep my hand upon as we move forward in the starless dark."

(That was Nawra.) Can you see how she keeps walking, even though she is about to go through a terrible ordeal? Meanwhile, K.C., back in the States, reads what is happening to Nawra in one of her letters, starts calling her mother and they both go to Save the Girls to see what they can do. Not many people would go THAT far to help a friend. This is a glimpse of the kind of person K.C. becomes after exchanging letters with Nawra. I won't say what is happening to Nawra, but it's a big surprise! 

This book was amazing. It was so motivational and it actually inspired me to do something, after reading about K.C.'s work. I encourage all of you to read The Milk of Birds. It is very well written and the topics are ones that I think everyone should learn about. And who knows? Maybe after reading, you'll try to find a pen pal like Nawra.

                                      

A Question of Freedom by R. Dwayne Betts

When you look at the cover of A Question of Freedom: A Memoir of Learning, Survival, and Coming of Age in Prison, (Avery, 2009) you see a picture of the author, R. Dwayne Betts. Most people would think that he was a smart, educated man. Which is what he is! Nobody would assume that he had once gone to prison, because his picture differs in so many ways from the stereotypical image of what a former prisoner looks like. And really, this is what his book is about: questioning what freedom means once you don't have it.

A Question of Freedom is about how R. Dwayne Betts is sent to prison at the age of sixteen, and given a sentence of nine years. His crime was carjacking a man. A theme that keeps popping up in the book is thirty. How thirty minutes of "joyriding" landed him in jail. That thirty seconds it took to threaten the sleeping man whose car he stole. With a gun. And how much he regrets it. 

The book itself was well written and I think that it got Mr. Betts' message across. The book was more of a question about society than a book about prison, so if you don't like ethics and philosophy, this might not be a good read for you. The beginning and the end are where he really talked about his life, so those were the most "action-filled" parts of the book. The middle of the book talked a lot about how the author felt, having cellmates, each of a different ethnicity, being in isolation, or the cell, and being changed between prisons of different securities. The book kind of follows the style of describing an event, and then describing how he felt about it.
One event that really stood out to me was when he started to learn Spanish so he could talk to his cellmates that spoke that language. He studied with a  cellmate who spoke Spanish for about three hours a day until he could converse with his Spanish-speaking aquaintances. It was so touching that instead of lying there thinking about his doom, he feels the barrier between him and his cellmates: language. He says that prison is one of the most diverse places he's ever been. I found that interesting, the fact that it was so diverse that it could earn that title. 
While reading about Dwayne's cellmates' sentences, I was shocked. They had recieved HUGE sentences for crimes that, in my opinion, deserved at least a tiny bit less time. I was so intruiged about how it felt looking back at a crime. From the outside, people in prison look mean, like people that are always defined by what they did to get them there. But reading this book gave me a great perspective of how sorry people might be. And I think that the long sentence won't make you any sorrier. Sure, you need to be extreme to make sure they don't repeat themselves. But couldn't they have a person who worked with the prisoners, someone who gaged a sense of if they were ready for release? I don't know. Something. But reading this book made me a whole lot sorrier for the people, the teenagers, trapped behind those bars.

 As I said before, the book includes a lot of writing about what prison felt like, not the actual events of the prison. Personally, I felt myself starting to skim while reading the middle, because that was where Dwayne (the author) had done most of his explaining. Explaining, in the sense, that he was explaining an event and his feelings about it. It might appeal to sixteen-year-olds, because that was Dwayne's age when he first entered prison. They might be able to more easily relate to his thoughts then I could, being younger. It might also prevent teens from committing crimes like the one Dwayne did, because they would have a little bit of perspective of really having no question of being free, at least for a while if not their whole life. A Question of Freedom is a book written for adults, but I think if you are advanced enough to read it in your teens and you feel ready to read this kind of book, then you should. If you are under 14, I would advise checking with your parents about it first. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy the questions posed and really start to think about them. Think about a question of freedom.

Society's Unrealistic Portrayal of Women

This is an essay that i wrote in school: I wanted to share it here.

           You know that you’ve seen them. On television or in an advertisement, with their perfect lips, huge eyes, long necks, and radiant hair, they’re all that most girls want to be. Society has created a monster that overpowers all desire to be individual. This monster makes young, lovely girls starve themselves to mimic that it. It causes girls to be the victim of bullying because they don’t fit this pretty image. It educates generations on one specific way to look, instead of embracing differences and diversity. Yet this monster doesn’t exist. It is simply a warped vision of what is beautiful. This monster is an “attractive” woman. Society needs to portray women in a more realistic way, so that everyone might one day fit under the definition of “beautiful.”

           To start, lots of girls want to look like models. Unfortunately, most models have an eating disorder; as a result many of the girls that look up to them have an eating disorder too. Society lets girls starve just to mimic these disgustingly skinny people. You may be wondering what an eating disorder is.  Well, according to the medical dictionary of dictionary.com, an eating disorder is “a potentially life-threatening neurotic condition, such as anorexia nervosa or bulimia, usually seen in young women.” If you haven’t heard of it, anorexia is when young girls develop a distorted view of their body and starve themselves, sometimes to death. Bulimia is when they throw up or use laxatives after eating a large meal so that they don’t actually digest anything. These and many other disorders threaten the lives of young girls and women every day. Seven million women in America have an eating disorder. Only 30%-40% of anorexics will fully recover. That means that 60%-70% will deal with anorexia (once they develop it) for their entire lives. And these disorders don’t only affect the person, either. It affects the whole family and the person’s friends. An eating disorder will sometimes require excessive counseling and/or family counseling. Do you like eating dinner and having amicable conversations? Families with an anorexic or bulimic member will often have long conversations and fights over dinner and meals. It literally kills: 5%-10% of people die after 10 years of being anorexic and 18%-20% die after 20. 80% of thirteen year-olds have tried to lose weight. Got that? 13. They already have the stress of growing up and finding themselves. Society morphs young minds to model celebrities, even if it kills them. For example, almost ¾ of all female actresses in sitcoms are underweight. Take video games: The women there are portrayed as “gorgeous” and often dressed in revealing costumes. Their waists are about 5 inches wide. I find it disgusting that, even though producers, fashion designers, and advertisers know what they are doing, they continue to do it. Many girls starve themselves in the quest for what, in this society, is unreachable: being pretty.

              When you go to school, have you ever been called a “metal-mouth” because you have braces? A nerd, because you need to wear glasses? Maybe even a robot because you have a prosthetic. Why? Because everyone looks up to the small minority that is beautiful. The people who look like those girls on television. People are bullied because of their minor flaws. But people are prettier with them: it makes us unique, who we are. Who wants to look like a malnourished stick? Not me. For some reason, though, the young people of the world think that that thin, starving girl is the ultimate definition of beautiful. People don’t want braces or headgear or acne or glasses or any minor cosmetic flaw or corrector, because they feel that they won’t be liked or might get bullied. Do you have braces? 80% of adolescents do too. Why do people think that the 20% of people who don’t have them are “cool” or “attractive”? People shouldn’t be judged according to a standard. Do you think Lady Gaga is good-looking? When she was younger, she was bullied because she had a big nose. Now she’s a pop star! Who cares about the size of her nose? In England and Wales, girls between the ages of 15 and 22 were surveyed. 56% were abused physically or verbally, or cyber-bullied because of their weight, height, or hair color. 97% of a surveyed body of women had at least one time where they hated their body. Why? Why does society let women hate themselves? Everyone should be loved and love themselves for who they are. For some stupid reason, everyone wants to be that girl on television. It’s cruel to try and filter out that small minority that is supposedly beautiful and culling all the rest.

While you’re out with your family and you see someone who is different, perhaps you’ve heard your younger siblings ask, “Why are they like that, Mommy?” Even though they don’t know any better at that age, we’ve educated them to see an appearance as something to define the person instead of just accepting that they’re the same inside. To see one specific way to look, instead of embracing and accommodating diversity, differences, and disabilities. Many young girls are thought of as weird because they are overweight or have a disability. But they’re not defined by that the same way that models are defined by their looks; that’s possibly the only thing the models have got going for them. Agatha Christie had epilepsy and dyslexia. Now the girl who might have been made fun of because of her disabilities is an amazing writer, almost the hardest thing to do with dyslexia. Cameron Diaz had OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Julia Roberts had a stutter when she was younger. Now she’s a famous actress, delivering lines smoothly. These wonderful women have overcome their disabilities and like them, many young girls are smart, artistic, eloquent, and funny, but we still seem to zoom in on their differences and develop pointless judgments. We look up and compare ourselves to models that don’t exist; they’re airbrushed and changed out of reality. We can’t seem to overcome the falsehood that women are defined by their appearance; doesn’t that seem twisted?

 Society needs to portray women in a more realistic way. Before girls give up their lives in an endless quest to be skinny. Before people are victimized because of their temporary cosmetic correctors.  Before generations upon generations discriminate against people irrevocably. Step up to help us change the idea of beauty in this world. Do it for the starving girls, the bullied ones, and the next generation. Because everyone is beautiful, and we need to learn to acknowledge it.

To the Two, Limited, Basketball-Playing Boys In My Class

Okay. So, do you ever talk about sports in class? And when you say that you dance, the people in your class say "Oh, that's not a sport." YES IT IS! Why are people so nearsighted?
First, it takes a lot to be a dancer. You have to be very strong, and do exercises and stretches just like in any other sport. You have to be able to move quickly and lightly. If you do several types of dance, maneuver your body in different ways:  you have to move sharply (as in hip-hop), or be graceful and fluid (as in ballet and modern). Sometimes you have to do both in the same style of dance!
So you're thinking, it's just a hobby. Have you heard of the New York City Ballet? They literally dance for a living. Dancing, if you really love it, can evolve into so much more than just an activity you sign up for because your schedule is free. It can become your life. Think about it: professional football players have a very large part of their life taken up by football. So why can't dancers have their so-called "hobby" be a large part of theirs? Maybe we should just start saying that Kobe Bryant's position on The Lakers is just a hobby. Hmm? Ohhhhhh, so that's not a hobby, but Tyler Angle's position on the New York City Ballet is. Because that makes so much sense. Is this just a hobby? Oh, maybe this huge, famous show (So You Think You Can Dance) is just for people doing it as a hobby. Oh, and both of the people dancing in that link were boys. Please. Don't even get me started on all of that sexism: "Oh, it's not a sport because girls do it. And boys don't dance." (You'll have to imagine the nasal voice that I'm picturing.)
Have you ever even come close to dancing? If you have, and you still think it's not a sport, read the above paragraphs again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Get the idea? But if you haven't ever tried dancing, why are you developing these misguided opinions on it? (And yes, I have tried basketball, soccer, and floor hockey. Even if they are in gym class, I still know what it is to play them.) I know that I am extremely opinionated. But I'm not saying that 2+2=5. Now that would be debatable. I'm simply stating that, although dance isn't in the Olympics and that it doesn't have many rules, dancers will always be athletes. So, whether you are a football or a basketball player, whether you are Kobe Bryant or a boy who doesn't, and won't, believe me, dance will remain an amazing sport. One of my favorites, I might add.