It’s time for our monthly dose of Honest YA which is something I do here at Notebook Sisters where I accidentally sarcasm all over the place.
But, just keep your spotty socks on, because I’m just teasing. I love books. I tease things I like.
If you missed it back in May, here’s my last post!
Our love will never be broken! Not country or sea or person will separate us from the true destiny which is 16-year-olds first love! Let us now kiss in the — hey? Hey! STOP TALKING TO THAT OTHER GIRL. Look back here to me, thanks.
Why be you when you can be…possessed! That’s right, folks, some teens do drugs, but we prefer cults and creepy possessions. I’m sure this is healthy.
This is the fairy tale where everyone is mean.
My dad has trained me hard for 16 years. Heck, he even controls my food so I can be fit and top lean mean fighting machine. I AM BRUCE LEE. Kapow. But his office is open. So I’m just gonna pinch one of his million dollar gadgets and take it to school.
Hey Uncle Dolf! What’ve you been up to? Oh…kissing my friend who is half your age…um, yep, that’s normal.
Children are going missing! YEAH. So let’s take down the government! YEAH. And stop sexism once and for all! YEAH. How can we make this work? Put the women in the kitchen to do the cooking and get the 14-year-old to make our battle plans. YEAH.
All Vulcan and no play, makes hot alien dude extremely attractive. NO DON’T ASK ME WHY. He just is.
Real or not real? Um…
You have anxiety issues. I have cerebral palsy. Clearly you need fixing and then, oh nom nom nom, we can be together forever. NO NO, don’t talk to me about this! Communication will wreck our delicious relationship.
I hate everyone. Everyone hates me. Nothing goes right. I should’ve died. You should’ve died. My life has ended. I can’t even. No. BUT I HAVE TEA. So I will deal.
You is kind. You is smart. You is important. But, careful…sometimes the kids at school forget this important fact. But only on days that end in “y”.
I’m sure the sociopath doesn’t mean any harm. Poor widdle guy, he’s just sad and alone and — would you look at that, he just attacked me. Didn’t see that coming.
Mother: Spends book unconscious.
Clary: Sleep is for the dead.
BFF: Turns into a rat for attention.
Love Interest: Marries himself.
I am fire. I am death. I am the assassin of extreme and deadly — is that chocolate cake? IS THAT A PUPPY?
Cait is considering building herself a house out of books. It would be a nice and cosy and intelligent place to live, that’s for sure. But: not fire safe. Though you really can’t have everything in life, so she’s not being too fussy about logistics. She just finished reading Breaking Butterflies. She didn’t really like it.