Every day By David Levithan Book Review

Smells like a review doesn’t it?

Is it a movie review?

Nope, more like a book review!

Now what type of book deserves a review from me, I rarely write reviews about books and never blogged about any, they’re time and energy consuming and I am a lazy person.

The only reason I’m writing a review about this book is because I fell in love with it from the moment I saw the cover and the summery until reading the last pages.

The story centers around A, a boy whom everyday wakes up in another boy’s body and has to “settle in” the boy’s life until the day is over. A has gotten used to that and had no complains about it. Until he meets Rhiannon while he enters her boyfriend’s body and tries to find a way to break the rules to be with her.

What triggered me to write this review is because I haven’t read a page-turner in months and this book was one of the few that actually did. This book had a combination of fiction and love and it’s never bad to read a David Levithan book.

Another reason for this review is the cool and realistic ending.

You can get this book from amazon in the link below or check out the author’s website.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0307931889?ie=UTF8&tag=wwwtalkingint-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0307931889

http://www.davidlevithan.com/

Beautiful Legends About The Maiden’s Tower

There are countless folklores about the construction of the tower and its site.

According to the most widespread Turkish legend, a sultan had a much cherished daughter. One day, a prophecy forecasted that a poisonous snake would kill her on her 18th birthday, the sultan, in an struggle to prevent his daughter’s early death, placed her away from land to preserve her away from any snakes, and built a tower in the middle of the Bosphorus to shield his daughter until her 18th birthday. The princess was placed in the tower, where only her father would regularly visit her.

On the 18th birthday of the princess, the sultan brought her a basket of exotic lavish fruits as a birthday present, overjoyed that he was capable of averting the prediction. While reaching into the basket, however, a snake that had been hiding between the fruit bit the young princess and she deceased in her father’s arms, just as the vision had predicted.

Another story originated from the prehistoric Greek myth of Hero & Leander, Hero was a priestess of Aphrodite who resided in a tower in the middle of the Bosphorus.

Leander, a young man from Abydos on the other side of the channel, fell in love with her and would swim every evening through the Hellespont to be with her. Hero would light a lantern every night at the top of her tower to lead his way.

This progressed through the hot summer, but one thundery winter night, the waves flung Leander in the sea and the gusts blew out Hero’s light, and Leander lost his way, and drowned. Hero flung herself from the tower in heartache and died as well.

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Human Circadian Rhythm

After joggling a lot of different blog topics for this week, I was finally inspired by an Islamic podcast. The podcast was talking about the  “Circadian rhythm”. I’m not really a big fan of podcasts and this is the fist time that my attention was actually caught right from the beginning. The term “circadian” originated from the Latin circa, meaning “around,” and “diem” meaning “day.” Joined the literal meaning is “approximately one day.”

It basically displays what hours of the day the human body functions best at particular things, for example it shows that a person is most alerted at 10am, and most coordinated at 2:30pm.

This cycle is actually very accurate but some scientists differ, those however whom did not believe in it did not have enough information to debate about it. Natural aspects within the body form circadian rhythms, but they are also moved by signals from the environment. Light is the main signal manipulating circadian rhythms, turning on or turning off genes that control an organism’s internal clocks.

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Technology Turned Me Into A Troglodyte (Caveperson)

The term Troglodyte is used to define “Caveperson”, I’m not that big of a fan of hard scientific words but they are interesting and cool to use. A caveperson is someone whose manners are not civilized and whom acts in a violent way which I assure you is NOT me.

Of course, technology didn’t literally turn me into a caveperson but it did affect me but by being surrounded by electronics in my room, I didn’t have the need to leave it since I had everything there. By staying in the bedroom for countless hours and not seeing my family as much as I used to, they started saying “Ohh did you finally leave your cave” over and over again every time I actually left my room.

It took me a while before I realized that I actually was a cave person. Cave people only left they’re caves “shelters” when they had the need to. Like a caveperson, I planned on leaving only when I got hungry or needed something.

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Reasons Why I Loved The Amazing Spiderman!

I decided to go watch the movie after a lot of people started praising it; honestly I was quite shocked that the franchise was rebooted and Tobey Maguire quit, but then again there are very few people who like wearing a unitard.

 

  1. Andrew Garfield as Spiderman:

I’ve always been a Tobey Maguire as Spidey fan, maybe because of his innocent eyes or because I grew up with the idea of it. Now I should probably start gushing about Andrew Garfield, a couple of weeks before the movie hit theatres I started googling his pictures and the only I can say is that this guy is one HOT SPIDERMAN!

 

  1. A Funny Movie:

Something that Sam Raimi, the previous director sucked at. When purchasing the ticket, honestly I didn’t consider that I’d laugh unless someone slipped with his or her food or something. Anyways, back to talking about the movie, I totally loved the fight scene in the Library with the classical music and the scene where Spidey makes fun of the robber.

 

3. Emma Stone Shines:

I’m not that big of a fan but i truly believed she rocked as Gwen Stacy, and the chemistry was undeniable. I hated her father’s death scene because you know, i’m a nice person.

4. His Parents’ Disappearances playing a big part:

Now I’m not trying to dramatize it but backen when Sam Raimi directed the movies they hardly mentioned his parents but here, right from the beginning questioning, “WHERE ARE THEY?” which is a very smart thing to do.

5. That He Actually Created His Webs:

I mean i’m a huge fan of fantasies and stuff but i mean creating his webs made more sense than just having superpowers, at least no kids will go try to get bitten by spiders.

Overall the movie was AMAZING, and a very exiting franchise to look forward to. I thought that this rebooted franchise would go south but apparently, not any time soon!Image

I’m Not Cold Hearted (XXIII)

The sun was rising and the sky was orange, my windows were open and the chilly air was rushing in, I could hear people walking, breathing, speaking and eating through my window and I knew it was one of those cities that never sleep. I left the bed and my foot touched the icy floor as if they were cut from an iceberg. I got up, only to see ten boxes near the door, curiosity clasped me and I started opening one after another to find clothes, shoes, hats, glasses and some albums with pictures of me, Blake and John, most likely photo shopped to make us look like a real family. While looking at the photographs, that have pictures from three years ago and slowly peeking at how much images they took of me, my phone started to vibrating. I rushed to it as if I’m sure she’s the one calling me, and as I opened the text, I realized its from some telecommunication company and just before my peculiar smile turns to a frown, I remembered that she doesn’t have my number, I’m the one who does so how would she call me. I kept repeating to myself “ I have her number?” a few times before I hurried to my worn jeans to look for the small wrinkled paper that holds a number that is only beautiful in my eyes.

 

I walked down the stairs with the small sheet of paper clutched into my fist and I slowly started to remember every insignificant detail about her hair, eyes, lips, cheeks and again a smile was drawn into my face. My legs got manipulated into thinking there is anther stair to climb down, two steps to my left is the empty living room. I sprawled into a reclining chair and opened the TV and started surfing the channels until I laid my eyes on something unusual and upsetting. A woman crying while being interviewed, tears rushing down her rosy face like a waterfall, she took a long breath and said “They took him away, they are filthy rotting human beings!!”

It was my mom.

I’m Not Cold Hearted (XXII)

She had long mahogany brown hair, and that looked incredibly soft. She was slim, had gorgeous hazel twinkling eyes, long eyelashes and an eager look. She had perfect, clear, soft ivory skin.

“Sorry” she said with a giggle.

“What? No don’t be, I’m the one bumping into everyone” I replied with a smile.

“You’re not from around here right? She asked with a keen look.

“Nope, why what gave me away exactly?” I replied with a question.

“No accent, you’re from the states right?” She asked again.

“Yeah I am, what about you?” I asked her.

“Actually, I am from Boston” She said proudly.

“Chicago” I replied and we shook hands.

“Well, in case you need me to show you around the city, here’s my number” She said and gave me a small crumpled paper.

“ Thanks, I’ll see you around!” I responded with the hugest smile.

After walking for a couple of steps, I looked back and watched her until she left my sight. Not knowing what happened exactly, I m usually very quiet with normal girls, but she was the prettiest and I still was pretty charming.  I just walked around like an idiot with my enormous smile. It only took me about fifteen minutes to get back to the apartment and just when I was going up the stairs, I realized that I didn’t even get her name.