Thursday, July 17, 2014

The Beginnings

I have three books going right now, but two of them are pulling my attention more than the other. They are totally different one is all boy point of view. It's light, funny and quirky. Think Sebastian.

The other is alternating boy/girl point of view. It's not extremely dark, but it's much more intense than the other one is. Both books are YA.

Because it's been so long since I've shared anything with you guys, I decided to share the beginning of each book. Remember this is early stages, and everything is subject to change. I hope you enjoy them!


Book One:
You know those stories where the nerdy guy wants the popular girl, only by the end of the whole thing they realize it’s the quite best friend they’re really into? Well, that’s not my story. Okay, so I don’t really know my story considering I’m still living it but as I stand in the hallway watching Berlin Davies walk with Tori Daniels, in her short skirt and mile long legs, I know she’s the one I want.

Not that I think there’s anything wrong with quiet girls. They’re cool.

And not that I’m a nerd either. If you ask me, I’m pretty damn cool. The rest of the school just hasn’t figured it out yet. I’m giving it time though, slowly work into the fact that I’m really a kickass guy and that everyone should want to be friends with Max Edwards.


Book Two:
My mom named me after Virginia Woolf.

When I was five she told me Virginia Woolf was one of her favorite writers, and I thought it was so cool she named me after her. Mom is this bright light, so amazing and she named me after someone who was her favorite. When I went to bed that night she tucked me in, pushed my hair out of my face and then asked if I wanted to know more about Virginia Woolf. Before I could reply she told me Virginia was sad. That she’d been so sad that one day she stuffed her pockets full of rocks and stepped into a lake to drown herself.

It wasn't the kind of bedtime story I'd been looking for.

That’s when I knew that as alive as mom was, she was different as well. That’s when I first started to fear that I would grow up to be different, too.



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  1. You're right! They are so very different to each other. But they're both great. I especially like the Virginia Woolf one. My best friend at college was named after Virginia Woolf too.

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