in which marigolds appear

Hello, world.

Today’s post is another installment in the series of books Natalie loved as a child, which really is just the series of books Natalie still loves because I am a nostalgic being and have largely the same taste in books. Little Natalie made great book choices.


Goodreads summary:

Christian is gaga for Princess Marigold. But he’s just a commoner, and no match for royalty. Heck, he lives in a cave with a troll! And now he’s discovered another reason to put his love-soggy heart on ice: Queen Olympia is scheming to take over the kingdom–and she’ll bump off her own daughter to do it. Can Christian foil her diabolical plans?

To be honest, the City of Ember probably would also be my favorite childhood read (but I’ve already talked about it and I’d obviously never talk about the same thing twice.) As I thought about other books I loved, I remembered this little gem.

I specifically remember the first time I read this book. It was a Friday afternoon, and I had brought the book home from my school’s library as a weekend read. My mother was repainting our living room walls, but that didn’t stop me from sitting in the room in one of our big leather chairs to start reading the book. In fact, I finished it that same afternoon. And read it a couple more times before Monday.

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Obviously, I adored this book.

A few weeks ago, I reread Once Upon a Marigold for the first time in years, and it was still as delightful as the first time. It’s such a lovely children’s book–clever without being condescending, charming without being cheesy (well, at least not overly cheesy). The main characters, Christian and Marigold, are kind and lonely and so relateable, really. (As I, too, have no friends and make terrible jokes.) All the side characters, like Ed and King Swiftbert, are just hecka funny and make the book a hilarious time. The love story is sweet, the message heartwarming. What is not to love about this book? Nothing, I tell you. It’s got everything, except, according to the cover, the kitchen sink, which I am able to overlook.

yours, Natalie

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in which earnestness is a virtue

Hello, world.

Okay, I love to laugh. I wholeheartedly agree with the Irish proverb that claims that “a good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.” I think it’s good to find laughter in every aspect of life, which, for me, includes books.


Goodreads summary:

Oscar Wilde’s madcap farce about mistaken identities, secret engagements, and lovers entanglements still delights readers more than a century after its 1895 publication and premiere performance. The rapid-fire wit and eccentric characters of The Importance of Being Earnest have made it a mainstay of the high school curriculum for decades.

Cecily Cardew and Gwendolen Fairfax are both in love with the same mythical suitor. Jack Worthing has wooed Gewndolen as Ernest while Algernon has also posed as Ernest to win the heart of Jack’s ward, Cecily. When all four arrive at Jack’s country home on the same weekend the “rivals” to fight for Ernest s undivided attention and the “Ernests” to claim their beloveds pandemonium breaks loose. Only a senile nursemaid and an old, discarded hand-bag can save the day!

Yes–I know that this isn’t technically a book, but it’s still literature so I think it counts. Also, it’s my blog so I can do what I want.

(I am Ron Swanson, obviously.)

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.


As I vaguely hinted at in my last post, I’m obsessed with the Victorian Era. I have studied it several times in school and done my own research and read so many Victorian novels and Victorian-inspired novels and I JUST LOVE THE VICTORIAN ERA OKAY? This is important for you to understand.

me when someone tries to insult the victorian era

Published at the tail-end of the Victorian Era, The Importance of Being Earnest is very much a product of its time. Well, it’s mocking the other products of its time. Oscar Wilde is the literal master of satire and is so savage with his criticisms, but in the most humorous of ways. This, really, is why I love it so. I love its place in history and I love understanding what exactly Wilde is hinting at in his writing. If you really want to get the humor out of this play, I would recommend learning a bit about Victorian society and culture.

Even without any foreknowledge, this play is still top-notch comedy. The entire premise is entirely ridiculous and all of the characters are the perfect combination of absurd and insightful. Just sample this conversation between Jack and Algernon:

How you can sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in this horrible trouble, I can’t make out. You seem to me to be perfectly heartless.

Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

I say it’s perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.

Honestly, what more do I need to say? This play is Oscar Wilde at his best. Every time I read it my sides hurt from laughing so. If you need a good laugh, definitely check this out. (Also, the play is in the public domain, so hurrah for free things!)

(Also, the movie is fantastic. That’s all.)

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yours, Natalie

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in which stars shine

Hello, world.

(Another late post, I know. Life gets kind of busy sometimes and takes away the time I’d like to spend here.)

So, we live in a world where there are a lot of book-to-movie adaptations. More specifically, we live in a world there are a lot of terrible book-to-movie adaptations. However, in the universe of horrid films, there are a few shining stars that burst through the hazy darkness.

And speaking of stars …


Goodreads summary (for the book):

Young Tristran Thorn will do anything to win the cold heart of beautiful Victoria—even fetch her the star they watch fall from the night sky. But to do so, he must enter the unexplored lands on the other side of the ancient wall that gives their tiny village its name. Beyond that old stone wall, Tristran learns, lies Faerie—where nothing, not even a fallen star, is what he imagined.

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Neil Gaiman comes a remarkable quest into the dark and miraculous—in pursuit of love and the utterly impossible.

While there are other beautiful and classic book adaptations I could have chosen (To Kill a Mockingbird and Lord of the Rings, for example), I really, really adore this movie. In some ways, I enjoy more than the book itself–which is a rare and almost alarming thing. More than anything, though, I just love the fairy tale, the otherworldly feeling that surrounds it.

Here is a nicely compiled list of reasons why I love the movie:

1. The casting is A+: you’ve got Robert de Niro, Michelle Pfeiffer, and a baby Charlie Cox. What more do you need?

2. Speaking of which, Charlie Cox (Trist[r]an Thorn) is the original cinnamon roll. He’s awkward and bumbling and charming and lovely–everything Trist(r)an needs to be.

Stardust - Actually, Tristan, it's called a Babylon Candle.

3. The cinematography is so lovely and it’s just a really pretty film to watch. (Matthew Vaughn did such a nice job with it.)

4. I love what the movie did with all the characters. I love the dynamic between Tristan and Yvaine, the dead princes of Stormhold, even little Bernard the sometimes goat. With any movie, there are many aspects that can be lost from the characters, but overall, I feel the movie does them good justice.

5. The humor is 10/10 would laugh again.

6. The faerie world setting is so perfect. I wish that a faerieland lay over the wall in my hometown, but, alas, I think all you’d find here was orange peels and graffiti.

(6.5. It also takes place during Victorian England, also known as my favorite historical and geographical era of all time, so there’s that.)

7. The ending makes me very happy. The end varies quite a bit from the book, but I actually rather prefer the movie version. What can I say? I’m a sucker for sappy love stories.

If you haven’t read or watched Stardust, I highly encourage you do to both. It’s a really the loveliest little fae story you’ll ever find. And though I might like the movie a little bit more, the novel is still a gem. (It’s written by Neil Gaiman, so how could it not be?)

yours, Natalie

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in which i relive my childhood

Hello, world.

I’ve loved reading for a long time. (When I was young, I would collect stacks of books to read as I sat on our couch, usually accompanied by a sleeve of cookies.) But this lifelong love affair really began when I read a book that sparked the flame.


Goodreads summary:

Many hundreds of years ago, the city of Ember was created by the Builders to contain everything needed for human survival. It worked…but now the storerooms are almost out of food, crops are blighted, corruption is spreading through the city and worst of all—the lights are failing. Soon Ember could be engulfed by darkness…

But when two children, Lina and Doon, discover fragments of an ancient parchment, they begin to wonder if there could be a way out of Ember. Can they decipher the words from long ago and find a new future for everyone? Will the people of Ember listen to them?

I loved this book as a kid.

I can’t remember when exactly I first read it. I think my third grade class read it together, and I read on my own the next school year. I continued to read it another seven or eight times in the following years. The story entranced my thoughts like nothing else. I couldn’t get enough.

The City of Ember was one of the trailblazers for the current dystopian craze, and consequently it felt really fresh and original to my young mind. I had never imagined that the world could be like the world described in a novel, had never imagined having to live in an underground city. The idea fascinated me. I wanted to know everything about the story and the world and the characters.

I so loved the characters. I wanted to be just like lovely Lina, and quiet, moody Doon seemed to me the most adorable of persons. (I had such a big crush on him tbh.)

More than anything, the book gave me a new world to inhabit and to explore. It taught me to expand my imagination. (I forced my little brother to play “Lina and Doon” with me all the time.) I can’t thank this book enough for all it did for me.

I almost want to reread this book now. Maybe its time to dust it off from my bookshelf.

yours, Natalie

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in which i am both “happy and sad”

Hello, world.

I love quotes. I love reading them and writing them and memorizing them until they have been impressed onto my own soul.

I love discovering those quotes that seem to have emerged from my very heart.


So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

This quote has resonated with me from the moment I read it. It captures so easily how I have felt my entire life–happy yet sad, this odd combination of seemingly opposing emotions. I have a sensitive, melancholy soul, I think, and when I feel, I feel entirely. I rarely feel one emotion at a time–I am a torrent of things, but I cannot imagine feeling one without the other. Somehow, in my heart, they fit together, and I’m not sure why.

So, this is my life.

yours, Natalie

in which i delight in anything ridiculous

Hello, world.

sorry this is late sorry sorry

I have many favorite female characters (let’s get real). Yet, when I think of my favorite, only one character has inspired so much admiration and aspiration from me.


Goodreads summary:

First published in 1813, “Pride and Prejudice,” Jane Austen’s witty comedy of manners – one of the most popular novels of all time – tells the story of Mr and Mrs Bennet’s five unmarried daughters after the rich and eligible Mr Bingley and his status-conscious friend, Mr Darcy, have moved into their neighbourhood. “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” So begins the novel, that features splendidly civilized sparring between the proud Mr. Darcy and the prejudiced Elizabeth Bennet as they play out their spirited courtship in a series of eighteenth-century drawing-room intrigues.

Whatever your opinion about Jane Austen’s books (I, personally, am a huge Janeite), you’ve got to admit that Elizabeth Bennet is a total BAMF. She’s everything I aspire to be–loyal, passionate, and witty as heck. Plus, she manages to win Mr Darcy, so that’s pretty cool.

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More than her romance, though, Elizabeth is such a lovely, complex character. She doesn’t quite fit into the life she’s been given–she doesn’t smother her emotions, but uses them as her moral guide, even when they may contradict societal norms. She wants to be seen as a full, intelligent person, which was rather extraordinary for her time.

And she has faults–so ever many faults (reference: the title), especially in a time when women weren’t supposed to be anything less than perfect. But does she let them define her? Heck no. (I pity the thing or person who ever tries to define Eliza Bennet.) She learns from her mistakes, but she also holds her ground when she knows she’s right. It’s important to know when to do which–something she discovers in the book.

And though she takes some knocks and blows throughout the novel, Elizabeth knows her soul and person, and she doesn’t let any thing alter her sense of self. I think that is such an important thing.

Ever since I was I young girl, I have always wanted to be like Elizabeth. I think inside my soul I might be a little like her, although outwardly I act more like Jane. I rather keep my thoughts and judgments hidden. Maybe one day I’ll let my inner Lizzy reign free.

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Now, excuse me while I go watch Pride & Prejudice (the Keira Knightley version obviously) for the umpteenth time.

yours, Natalie

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in which i fangirl a little bit

Hello, world.

woot woot halfway through the 30 day challenge!

Today’s post took some contemplation. (I was sorely tempted to pick Dick Gansey for the topic, but I figured you guys have heard enough from me about Maggie Stiefvater’s novels, so I’ll spare you.) In the end, though, I picked a character that I’ve been friends with for a long, long time.


Goodreads summary:

Percy Jackson is a good kid, but he can’t seem to focus on his schoolwork or control his temper. And lately, being away at boarding school is only getting worse—Percy could have sworn his pre-algebra teacher turned into a monster and tried to kill him. When Percy’s mom finds out, she knows it’s time that he knew the truth about where he came from, and that he go to the one place he’ll be safe. She sends Percy to Camp Half Blood, a summer camp for demigods (on Long Island), where he learns that the father he never knew is Poseidon, God of the Sea. Soon a mystery unfolds and together with his friends—one a satyr and the other the demigod daughter of Athena—Percy sets out on a quest across the United States to reach the gates of the Underworld (located in a recording studio in Hollywood) and prevent a catastrophic war between the gods.


When I first read the Lightning Thief in the seventh grade, I fell in love. Finally, I thought, a book that combines my loves of mythology with middle grade books! I was ecstatic. (Rick Riordan’s a genius at what he does, but that’s not what we’re here to talk about.)

We’re here to talk about Percy Jackson–one of my favorite characters of all time.

I love Percy for so many reasons. He’s just such an awesome person. Sure, he’s impulsive and emotional and gets in a lot of trouble through the series, but he’s so very lovable. He’s loyal (to a fault), but it’s lovely how he takes care of those he loves. I love reading about his relationships with his family and friends because he does just care so deeply, so sincerely for them. If Percy existed in real life, I would so love to have him as my friend. He just seems like a such genuine person to me.

Moreover, Percy actually grows as a person throughout the series. (Character development–what a novel idea!) I think one of the most admirable things about Percy is his ability to accept his faults and to either accept them or change them, if he can. He knows he’s not perfect, but he always does what he believes best. (I wish more people were like that.)

Also, the kid is hilarious. Uncle Rick is known for his humor, so naturally little Percy is going to have some wit to him. Even now, any time I think of the Hoover Dam scene from the Titan’s Curse I crack up laughing. (Which can be kind of awkward in certain situations, like when I’m standing in line for something, for example.)

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More than anything, though, I just feel such a kinship to Percy. When I read the first book, I was around twelve–the same age that Percy is in the book. I grew up with Percy, became a teenager with Percy, experienced the struggles of life with Percy. Strange as it sounds, I feel like Percy and I have been through a lot together (him more so that me, probably, but the sentiment is still there). He’s a dear friend, that boy, and he’ll always be a friend that I can turn back to when I need him.

Percy Jackson–what a babe.

yours, Natalie

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in which “i am so, so alive”

Hello, world.

another Maggie Stiefvater post what are you talking about

You might surmise from the plethora of posts I’ve written about Maggie Stiefvater that I’ve exhausted this topic altogether. (Um, not quite.)


Goodreads summary:

It happens at the start of every November: the Scorpio Races. Riders attempt to keep hold of their water horses long enough to make it to the finish line. Some riders live. Others die.

At age nineteen, Sean Kendrick is the returning champion. He is a young man of few words, and if he has any fears, he keeps them buried deep, where no one else can see them.

Puck Connolly is different. She never meant to ride in the Scorpio Races. But fate hasn’t given her much of a chance. So she enters the competition — the first girl ever to do so. She is in no way prepared for what is going to happen.

You might be thinking, what? Not the Raven Cycle?

Okay, I love those books SO MUCH. You know that. Gansey is my boy. But this book …

This book is my soul book.

If you were to cut my heart open, I think my heartstrings would look and sound and feel something similar to this book (if hearts could do that, of course). The Scorpio Races is mythic and nostalgic and heartrending and real, despite its rather extraordinary situation. It’s the life I would love to have: small, but significant.

The characters, as always, are Maggie’s strong suit. Puck is lovely and fiery, terrified and brave. I relate so much to her fierce love for her family, to her consuming love for the land of Thisby. (I feel that way about Britain.) She’s certainly not perfect, but she cares for her own and grows to know her own soul. I admire her so much.

And Sean Kendrick. That precious cinnamon roll (too good, too pure for this world). He’s one of the best characters I’ve ever had to opportunity to know. He’s quiet and still and grounded and he freaking love his horse so much. He and Corr are the real love story of this book–the deepest, purest sort of friendship. Sean’s wants are few, but he wants them so passionately that my heart breaks for him. He is the silent fire you don’t always know is burning, but when you do–you can’t look away.

I know I said Sean and Corr are the real love story, but the actual love story of the novel is so dang lovely and perfect. Puck and Sean compliment each other in all the right ways; they grow and develop together, building off of their kinship and passion for the things they care about. I love, love, love how subtly Maggie does romance, and I feel like she binds Puck and Sean together so quietly that I, as a reader, just sit there and wonder if there was ever a time when they weren’t Puck and Sean.

One of the things I love most about this book, though, is the island–Thisby. The setting is a character all its own, and Maggie does such justice to it. Throughout the novel, you really get to know the island, its wants and its mannerisms. You get to know the people that grow from it, which is most telling of all. Thisby is a wild creature, but a good one, I think, too. More than anything, it makes me feel like I’ve come home, gone to the home of my heart, which is the best compliment I can give to a story.

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i’m just using all the amelie gifs lately

(It wouldn’t be a post about a Maggie Stiefvater novel if I didn’t include some lovely quotes, too.)

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Does anyone ask you why you stay, Sean Kendrick? They do. And why do you? The sky and the sand and the sea and Corr.

I am so, so alive.

Just read the Scorpio Races, okay?

yours, Natalie

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in which words are not enough

Hello, world.

I’ve talked many times on this blog about the fact that I am horrid at choosing favorites of anything, because

  1. I’m indecisive and
  2. I don’t like to limit my options to that one thing.

This equally applies to my favorite authors. I have many, many, many favorite authors–writers who have inspired and influenced me in my own identity as a writer. I cannot choose one because I feel they all have a place in my heart, in some way.

(This is a hard choice, but also easy, in a way.)


Maggie. Freaking. Stiefvater.

As I have said in my posts about the Raven Cycle and Blue Lily, Lily Blue, I love Maggie Stiefvater SO MUCH. When I read her books, I feel like I am reading a reflection of my own soul. Her writing brings the dream-stuff of the universe into the world. I  remember reading Shiver for the first time and thinking, this is the language of my soul. Thinking, this is the kind of story that I want to write. I had never felt so understood in my life. It was a strange and wonderful experience.

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Maggie’s books feel like myths you have heard somewhere and sometime before. Sometimes she writes about wolves and kisses and songs. Sometimes she writes about monstrous horses and islands and deep-rooted relationships. Sometimes she writes about welsh kings and cars and friendships. Sometimes she writes about other things entirely.

I always leave her books feeling like I had left the world of my soul. Like I had left the real version of myself, and that the outside version was just a mere shadow of the person I am.

(does that even make any sense?)

I was lucky enough to hear and meet Maggie on one of her stops for the Raven King tour. She’s just like you would imagine her from her books and online writings, except funnier and lovelier and more faelike. I laughed till I cried and bumbled like an idiot when I spoke with her. It was the loveliest night.

If you haven’t read any of her novels, please, please do. They have had such an influence on me, as a writer and as a person.

(Also, do check out her tumblr. It’s rather hilarious.)

yours, Natalie

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in which i am a little embarrassed

Hello, world.

It’s a rather natural thing for tastes and opinions to change as we grow older. For myself, twenty-year-old me is quite different from thirteen-year-old me. However, the things we liked as younger creatures often seem rather, uh, embarrassing to the older manifestations of our selves. Much as we try to hide them, we all have those awkward things that we somewhat hardcore regret.

Today, I’m going to admit one of mine.



Goodreads summary:

About three things I was absolutely positive.

First, Edward was a vampire.

Second, there was a part of him—and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be—that thirsted for my blood.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

In the first book of the Twilight Saga, internationally bestselling author Stephenie Meyer introduces Bella Swan and Edward Cullen, a pair of star-crossed lovers whose forbidden relationship ripens against the backdrop of small-town suspicion and a mysterious coven of vampires. This is a love story with bite.

I want to preface this post by saying that if you do love Twilight, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. (There’s definitely still a part of me that enjoys the story and the nostalgia that it brings.) I’m mostly just embarrassed by the extent of my obsession with them.

I was so obsessed with Twilight.

(Really though–you don’t even understand.)

There are many reasons for this.

  1. I was a young teenage girl.
  2. I was a young teenage girl.
  3. I was a young teenage girl.

I read the first book when I was twelve or thirteen years old, and I felt like Twilight was the balm to soothe all my teenager-y woes. Finally, I thought, something that gets me. Because you know, I, too, was a super average girl just wanting to fall in love with a vampire. (What?) After reading Twilight, I was hooked. I consumed all the books, over and over and over again. I read fanfiction until the wee hours of the night. I analyzed anything and everything that Stephenie Meyer had ever written about the series. I made entire journals dedicated just to the books, filled with images of the movie cast and doodled hearts declaring that I love Edward Cullen. I had t-shirts and magazines and anything else you could imagine.

It was pretty horrific.


Then, one day when I was a little older and more mature, I realized the books were just  okay.

I realized that I had been a little too invested in them, especially for a book that didn’t quite deserve such time and emotion from me. (Again, this is just the opinion of twenty-year-old Natalie.)

I tend to have a rather obsessive personality when it comes to things I really love, and my relationship with Twilight was, like, the first manifestation of that. So, looking back, it’s no surprise that I was so obsessed with the books. It’s just a little embarrassing. I was really loud about my love for them. Everyone around me knew I loved them, and even now some of my family members from home bring the books up when I see them.

I’ve since learning to be quieter about my obsessions.

So, yes, I was a hardcore Twilight fan. I’m not ashamed. (Well, kind of.)

yours, Natalie

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