Quoth the Raven…

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This was one of those books where I saw the cover and cringed.  With a moody boy all in black holding onto a blonde bathed in pink, I had to fight my better judgement to read the description.  I was intrigued but unwilling to start a new trilogy.  It wasn’t until one of my favorite people, Leah, posted a promising character rant that I decided to give it a go.  After all, it was Poe-inspired.  How bad could it be?

Answer: very agonizing for my poor little heart.

Isobel Lanley and Varen Nethers couldn’t be more different.  Cheerleader and goth.  Popular and aloof.  If they hadn’t been paired for an English project, they more than likely wouldn’t have crossed paths.  They both made it clear to each other that neither of them wanted to have anything to do with the other.  But, after finding strange and grim writings and drawings in his journal, Isobel sought out different ways different ways to be with him.  Much to the frustration of her family, friends, and overly possessive boyfriend, Isobel got deeper and deeper into a dream world Varen created through the pages of his journal.  A place where Edgar Allan Poe’s stories are alive.

Filled with dangers both mundane and fantastical, Nevermore is a spine-tingling nightmarish thrill ride.  One minute I’d be basking in an adorably sexy moment and the next I’d be biting my nails, begging the characters to run and never look back.  they say not to judge a book by its cover, and I’m glad I gave it another chance.

I rate this five out of five stars.

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Sleeping In

The bed creaks.

It’s 10 AM and I’m still asleep.

“Wake up!” they say.

“Stop sleeping the world away.”

But I keep my eyes closed,

For dreams are coming.

Mother and Father are yelling,

 The glare of the screen is washed over Big Brother’s once handsome countenance,

And the baby is seeking solace

In dark, barefoot trees.

“Come on, wake up already!”

“It’s a new day!”

The day is new but nothing has changed.

I will wake,

Just not yet.

Perhaps after I get over my hangover

Created last night by my drowning myself in a missed childhood gone by.

Then, maybe then, I’ll wake.

I might even take a leave of this place.

But these dreams are seductive,

And in them are monsters

And dreamboats

That sweep me away

With their sweet nothings

And evil schemes.

“Snap out of it!”

“Come on, girl.”

“Wake up!”

But I’m in too deep.

My dreamworld town needs me

To save them!

Plus, we’re all horrible with goodbyes.

I’m tired of the wake up calls;

I’m so much happier here.

Drama, homework, and reality slap me when I wake,

So why not stay here?

Where I’m loved,

Hated,

And not so jaded?

Please, let me linger a little longer –

Never mind.

They’ve gotten a bucket of ice water.

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Dear Impossible

Dear impossible,

Misty eyes and thoughtful things.

Hope dangling by a string.

Childhood hopes, heartbreaking flings.

You inspire me to create

Different worlds, tricky dreams.

You tell me it’s been done

Over and over.

It will never be unique.

So I add a twist,

And you whisper,

“No one will like it.”

I shrug because I’ve heard it

So many times before.

Dear impossible,

You are only improbable.

Copyright © 2015 by Nita Pan

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