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I should get rid of my books?! What kind of suggestion is that?! You monster!



My mum had a friend visiting last week and we were all having coffee and chatting, and somehow (okay, because I was present) talk turned to books. My sister who was also there and my mum and her friend all agreed that it's pointless to own loads of books because what are you going to do with them, really?

I would like to point out that they all have loads of DVDs at home. *ahem* What's the point of - ? Okay, no, I shouldn't go there ;)


But it got me thinking. Are we - the bookish people of the world - really that different from everyone else in this respect? I thought everyone liked to own books!


(Obviously Irrefutable Awesome) Reasons Why I Absolutely Cannot Bear to Part with My Darlings Books


Rereading! I can't get rid of books unless I'm very certain I will never want to read it again. (Not a lot of books on my shelf  that this applies to.)

I AM THE LIBRARY. It's a powerful feeling. I'm basically an institution. I really like having friends over and basically forcing them to grab a book with them when they leave.

The covers are so pretty...! How could I get rid of something that looks like this?!

Books are how I decorate. I have no - I don't know what normal people have in their houses! - paintings, vases, flowers, other decorative things that have no function (I'm not being judgy or making fun! I just don't need them.), I don't even have a TV. I have bookshelves and I think they make everything beautiful! (I probably really should put something else up on the walls too though...)

Edit: I tried packing yesterday. I refuse to get rid of any of these. I refuse, I tell you!
 

Do you find it easy to get rid of books? Or do you hoard them like me? Do you have any of your own reasons why you don't want to get rid of books?

Conversations is an awesome meme you should be taking part in! There's a new topic every two weeks, and as always you can check out the Conversation meme over at Corralling Books!


Today's question is:

Are real life friendships different from the ones you have online?




Simple answer: yes.

I have some really wonderful, close friendships in real life. I can also say the same thing about my online friendships. But there is a difference: I feel like people in real life (apart from my besties) don't know the side of me that you see here on the blog or on twitter, at all. Which I guess actually means that you guys probably know me better than some of my real life friends. Funny, huh?

Sometimes it's easier to talk to people you don't see every day (or ever).

Speaking about things like my mental health isn't easy for me, but since I know my online friends are nice and supportive and all kinds of wonderful, I try to be more open about it. Every time I open up about it a bit more, you guys support me. You're making me brave in tackling topics that are really close to my heart, and I appreciate that so much! At the same time, I don't feel like I can do that in real life. Partially because social anxiety... but also because I'm afraid of being judged. I'm getting better at it though, and that is very much thanks to all of you being so lovely!

Wishing online friendships were real life ones

Do you ever get that? Wish you lived closer to your online friends so you could meet them? I keep thinking I need to travel more so I can meet *all* of you but sadly I'm a poor student. Some day!

What about you? Are your online friendships different from real life ones?

This post is a bit of a weird one. I had a panic attack today. I haven't had one in years.
It scared me.

So because I'm thinking about this today and there's no way to avoid it, I thought I'd finally put together some thoughts on All the Bright Places. This is going to be spoilery, starting right after the blurb below. And by spoilery I mean nothing's off limits. I usually never do this but I think this book needs to be looked at in its entirety. The book deserves it, and I think it's important.

So... Beware spoilers from this point forward!



In case you haven't read it or need a reminder:

Theodore Finch is fascinated by death, and he constantly thinks of ways he might kill himself. But each time, something good, no matter how small, stops him.

Violet Markey lives for the future, counting the days until graduation, when she can escape her Indiana town and her aching grief in the wake of her sister’s recent death.

When Finch and Violet meet on the ledge of the bell tower at school, it’s unclear who saves whom. And when they pair up on a project to discover the “natural wonders” of their state, both Finch and Violet make more important discoveries: It’s only with Violet that Finch can be himself—a weird, funny, live-out-loud guy who’s not such a freak after all. And it’s only with Finch that Violet can forget to count away the days and start living them. But as Violet’s world grows, Finch’s begins to shrink.

This is what I wrote on GoodReads upon finishing AtBP:

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to review this, but I loved it. I'm really upset and I feel like I'll never stop crying, but I loved it. P.S. Everyone who told me to have tissues at the ready: Thank you for taking care of me."
Obviously I liked it, right? But I also think there are some things kind of wrong with it, and there are some really important points to discuss here.

The Depression is (too) Real

All the Bright Places was triggering, in a way. I could identify with so many things - with both characters, really. Violet's depression (at least that's what it seemed like to me) was so real. But she's grieving, it's complicated, there's no diagnosis. People give her time but I think the support she needs isn't there.

And poor, poor Felix. I hurt. Reading about Felix hurt. It's obvious from the start that things are not okay, and people in his life should be able to see that. Felix holds on to what he can to keep him alive, and that something very quickly becomes Violet. But as with a lot of mental illnesses people tend to keep them on the inside, hide them behind a facade. And because of that, he dies. And it hurts because it's preventable. I don't know if you've ever thought about suicide other than to go "it's a horrible thing, and it's unfair," in fact I hope you haven't thought about it more than that. The thing is, for someone who commits suicide, it's just that being alive is actually worse than facing the fear of death that all of us have. That's a frightening, upsetting, horrible thought. Is it realistic? Yes, of course it is. This happens. And with this book, I knew it was coming, I'm sure we all did. And yet no one in his life could recognise Felix needed help.

This doesn't give me a lot of hope. All the Bright Places took it away. It's almost like Felix is just there to help Violet, to 'heal' her from the depression that comes from losing her sister. Of course with Felix it turns out she now has another reason to feel guilty: he dies. After she tells him to get help. I don't like it. It seems like a bad thing that she wanted him to get help. It's not a bad thing.

Therapy, Medication, Family??

The thing is that the adults in this book suck. The counsellor - whatever his name is - kind of recognises Felix might have bipolar disorder. I mean - he knows something's wrong, right? He talks to Finch all the time. And bipolar disorder.. Depression can be a major part of it. Depression can make people do things they can't undo. Usually professionals are very good at identifying behaviours that are dangerous to the person - and they're sent to a doctor, a psychiatrist, medication comes into play... That's how it should go. So it upset me, that no one seemed to recognise how bad things were.

I remember the scene where Felix goes to the support group meeting - and it's kind of clear he doesn't believe medication helps. I understand that a person can believe that, of course. But when no one clarifies on it, and no one else talks about medication in the book, it's... upsetting. So, I'm offering a point of criticism: medication is important, and I think it's dangerous not to include it, to talk about it, to discuss its' merits. I completely understand that this is one book, and it shouldn't matter so much, but I really think it does. There's a stigma to medication and it's hard to take meds anyway. It's scary. There are side effects. It means accepting you're sick. It's unbelievably frightening. It's a problem - some people just don't take their meds, or stop taking them before they can take effect.

A lot of young adults struggle with mental health, and I feel like if they read this book, it may affect their opinions. That's why I think medication does need to be discussed in a positive light - because it can save lives.

This is getting too long but I have a lot of feels. Overall, I still loved this book - it's rare to find characters whose depression feels real. It's a really hard thing to portray successfully, and mostly that worked so well in AtBP. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm getting a kind of a pessimistic message back from it.
Have you read Bright Places? What did you think? I'm genuinely curious - and I promise I won't snap at you if your opinion differs from mine ♥

Hello my lovely little narwhal friends! I'm bringing you a lengthy Bookish Confessions post today. I had to wait over the weekend to do this because I was a bit annoyed and couldn't really talk about this topic objectively!

Too old for YA? Okay so I'm not.

I'm not too old. I'm 24 (for a little longer). In fact, no one's too old. The wonderful thing about this bookish community is that we don't judge, right? I've talked about YA before, but as you know - I freaking love YA - so I'm taking this chance to go for it again and look at it from a slightly different angle.

I don't know if you were on the Guardian's website last week or saw angry comments on twitter, but Cait @ Paper Fury wrote a wonderful response to this article in their 'books blog' which talked about why 'most YA fiction is grown-up fiction in disguise.' It made me feel judged though I'm sure that wasn't what they set out to do (but really it did make me feel like I was doing something wrong by liking YA as someone 'too old').

A lot of people obviously pointed out that some things in the article were just silly and not true (no, nothing's necessarily terribly wrong with marketing if 80% of YA titles are bought by adults over 25 - the publishers weekly article from which that statistic is plucked is actually quite nice and informative). But even the guardian article could serve as a conversation starter for us in a few things. So is it a bad thing that it was published? No, of course not.



Reactions

{Here's a few thoughts I had while reading the article - and thinking about specific 'problems' mentioned it.} 
1. YA is not marketed at adults. It is marketed towards teenagers. It's why it's in the Teens, Children's, or Young Adult section. Funny how that works.
2. the fact that YA portrays sometimes more mature characters doesn't mean actual young adults can't read them! I'm sorry but that's stupid.
3. YA is actually kind of stigmatised. (Any kinds of books kind of seem to be, for teenagers.)
4. There are books that are marketed as YA sometimes that actually grapple with themes a bit darker or that have a pace and theme more geared toward adults - that may be kind of a mistake on the publishers' part but doesn't mean YA isn't for teenagers. (although YA does sometimes include really dark themes - but it's still done a bit differently in YA versus fiction aimed at adults.)
5. We should never, ever, ever dumb things down for teens. That is so not what YA fiction is about. YA grapples with such important issues for teens. And being a teen is difficult. They need their literature to reflect that, in my humble opinion as someone who used to be a teenager, not so very long ago. 


There was a story I wanted to tell you about my reading habits when I was a young adult, or at least within the brackets of the intended audience for YA (oh so long ago).

I read through the kids' section (which included YA - though not a whole lot of it) at my library by the time I was about ten or eleven. After that I ventured out into the adults' section which was massive and had everything. I started with Margaret Atwood because... she was the first author I came across who had a dozen of her books in a row on a shelf. (I started alphabetically going through the shelves, of course.)

ANYWAY. So that's where I stayed for the next decade. Reading adults' books as a kid. I understood them, I got things out of them, and I learned a lot. But I never felt like I could tell anyone I read - especially as a teenager, I didn't even talk about it to my friends. I wasn't a popular kid by any means, and because I was quiet and got high grades I was already labelled a geek, a nerd, a teacher's pet. So of course I wasn't about to tell anyone that I read books for fun. It just wasn't cool.

To sum up: As a young adult I didn't read young adult.

...This is turning out to be a much longer post than I thought so I might make this into a series of posts in the following few weeks.

But for now: instead of some of the things pointed out in that article, I'd like to bring up a few other topics that we can discuss in the comments or in later posts.
  • Why is so much of YA marketed towards girls and young women? (or do you think it's in fact marketed equally towards both sexes/genders?)
  • Why is it that it's not cool to read books?
  • If you're a teenager or you read a lot of YA as a teenager - do you feel like YA caters more to adults and not to teens?
  • Why can't peer pressure be about positive things? (little Annika wants to go into social commentary...)
So... what do you think - about the article or about any of my points here? I'd love to hear your opinions in the comments or in a post of your own if you feel like you'd like to do your own discussion post - because I do feel there's a lot to say on the topic of YA.



As with everything in life recently, I'm a tiny bit late with my Conversations post, but I couldn't bear to miss this topic, so here I am, a day late!

In May, Conversations touches upon Blogging Habits, and  today's question is:


What are the essential things the blogs you follow have to have?



An easy way to follow the blog.

I really appreciate having different ways to follow a specific blog, and if I really like it, I'll probably subscribe on Bloglovin', by email, and by Google+. I'm a bit weird that way... But at the end of the day, everyone has different preferences on how to follow, so I think it's pretty important to have different options available.


Different kinds of content and willingness to try new things. 

I like book reviews, I like discussion posts, I like memes - any mix of those is cool by me. I don't require anything to be really different or set apart from other blogs, but I appreciate personal touches. I like getting to know a blogger a little bit through their blog posts. So, I like bloggers to post the kind of content they want, to write in their own voice (especially if they're funny without acknowledging it or weird while owning it), to sometimes have unpopular opinions, to try new things. If you do what you want I'll probably like it. 


I like bloggers who comment back (and are nice people!)

I suppose we all do, really, because it's a nice thing to do, right? But it goes a bit further than that. I love good comments. You know, those thoughtful ones that make you really happy? (basically every comment I've ever gotten on this little blog which are usually the highlight of my day).


The thing is, those kinds of comments make me happy even when I see them on someone else's blog. And I'll tell you a secret. If I see a really nice comment on someone else's blog, I tend to look up the commenter and their blog, and follow them. Why? Because they're nice. That's all.
Tell me about your preferences! What do you *need* a blog to have before you follow it? What draws you in?

Why Do You Read?

When I set out to write this post, I thought this topic would be pretty simple. Why do you read? Turns out... Well, it's not. Maybe it shouldn't be so surprising? What do you think?


The Origins of Little Reader Annika

{This is basically the superhero origin story here, I guess?}


Long, long ago I lived in a pretty chaotic household when I was a kid - reading just so happened to be something I could do when the kids (as in, my younger sisters) were asleep or busy with homework, and it was something I could do for me. Pretty much the only thing. I was that quiet, shy girl who never spoke in class so it seems I was fated for this bookish life, maybe?



Starting Uni

{Finding myself? Cliché subheadings abound today, guys...}

You know how it's supposed to be so intense and everything's new and wonderful and stressful when you start university? Because of all that (and because I was still recuperating from a long-time health condition) I didn't really think about reading too much. I just did reading for my course - articles and textbooks.

And then I slowly realised that I was really unhappy. And it wasn't because I didn't like my course. It was just that I wasn't reading at all, and I didn't have any time for myself because I felt the pressure to go out at night and spend time with people I didn't really care about [BFF - if you're reading this, I totally didn't hate spending time with you. Maybe because we basically never went clubbing. I love you.]

So I got back to reading. Old favourites, like Maugham's the Razor's Edge, Pride and Prejudice. All the fun stuff. It was like, getting a part of my identity back? Trying on an old jumper and seeing it fit just as well as it always did, and that actually it was even more comfortable than it was a few years back. That kind of feeling. 



Why Do I Keep Reading?

{Learn from your mistakes...Or at least try to}

I'm really good at making the same mistakes again and again ad infinitum. [I am the queen of finishing assignments an hour before the deadline. It's the worst habit ever] but I've kept from breaking my habit of reading. I don't think a week goes by where I don't read at least a book or two. The thing is, it keeps me happy. It makes me believe in humanity, and morality, and kindness and an assortment of other wonderful things (like dragons!). 

Reading helps me process things that go on in my over-active mind, and lets me seem like a relatively normal person on the outside. It keeps me sane. Pretty important things, really.

 
That's enough of me rambling on and on. Tell me about you! What made you a reader, and why do you keep going? What's the best thing about reading for you?

Young Adult fiction is one of my most favouritest things ever.

You might be thinking, 'Annika, that's not really even a confession. We all knew this already.' Well, I don't blame you. I have been reading a lot of YA lately. But why do I feel like (non-bookish) people will judge me for reading YA? Do you feel the same way?


My Favourite Things About YA


Not overly complicated with metaphors - it's acceptable to talk about things in a straightforward, understandable way.

Works in any genre. YA sci-fi? Awesome! YA romance? So cute! YA fantasy? I'm already hooked. 

✱ Novel length tends to be towards the smaller side. You can easily binge a book in a day! It's a pretty wonderful thing.


Why YA is so important

I'm pretty firmly of the opinion that every single person can benefit from reading. I give a lot of credit to books for having a big part in raising me - I lived in books growing up! The things is, so many things can be seen in, and taught through the pages of a book. I learned about morality, equality, compassion. You can't help but think and learn when you read.

✱ Moving slightly away from that tangent, YA fiction has a part to play in getting kids to read. So it's exciting that it's such a big thing, such a big market right now. It also means that YA authors have a lot of responsibility: it's really important to get these books right. Maybe that's why we talk about diversity in YA so much?

The Drawbacks

✱ Sometimes YA can seem too formulaic. There's the heroine, there's the love interest, introduced in the first few pages... But I suppose every book is formulaic, so maybe that's a bit of a stupid thing for me to say? 

People are judgy! Did you see Ezrah's post related to this? She talks about how every romance and YA reader will sometimes get weird looks for their reading choices. Focusing on YA: I get it, people. Young adult fiction is often put on the same shelf as children's literature. This does not mean that adults can't read it. I find YA often has more important things to say than a lot of 'adult' literature.

What do you think about YA? Do you read a lot of it? Do you think YA is important? Let me know! xx


Conversations is a brilliant, brand-new, fortnightly meme by Geraldine @ Corralling Books and Joan @ Fiddler Blue. Check the details and get involved!

The theme for April is Popular Issues, and the topic for this week is:
Are there any particular diverse books you read more and why? 


When I settled down to think about today's topic, I first thought of all the LGBTQ books I've only recently started reading. But then I'd just finished All the Bright Places, and I was wanting to talk about that without reviewing it because it hit me so hard emotionally that I don't think I can. So BAM, today we're taking this chance to talk about mental health and illness in books, and in life. I focus on depression here, because that's the devil I know best.

Diverse Topics in Literature

So firstly: why do we talk about this so much? Why is it so important to have diversity in the books we read?
For me, this is about equality, and the equal representation of different kinds of people in literature. We read to sympathise with characters, because we understand or want to understand what they're going through. I think that's especially important when it comes to things like different cultural backgrounds, mental health, sexual orientation - things that are sometimes difficult to discuss, because we're afraid people might not understand, or because they're not in our situation and really can't understand. Bottom line: everyone deserves to read about characters they can relate to.

Mental Health and Social Stigma

“It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.”
- Felix Finch in Jennifer Niven's All the Bright Places



So many people still think of mental illness as something you can 'get over.' It upsets me - because we're not admitting that people need help. We're instead making them feel more guilty for being ill. The thing is that guilt is already there, and we have no right to make it worse for anyone. Because this social stigma still persists, I think it's important that we discuss these topics, bring them up in literature, incite conversation, and try to make it more accepted to talk about our battles with mental illness.

Medication

"Diego kept saying he felt like he should be able to control it. Like - he wanted to reason his way out of it, Because it's your own mind, right? But of course it doesn't work that way. Sometimes you just need medicine."- Ellie in Emery Lord's When We Collided


This is a topic that seems to divide people - even those who may desperately be in need of medication. I'm always interested to see how it is handled in books. It takes a lot of courage to start taking medication for a mental illness, and continuing to take them can be even harder. Which is why no one should make us feel like we're supposed to be 'stronger than that.' Because some people do argue against these, and some sufferers (even in books) talk about how they one day decided that they had had enough of suffering depression and being stuck in their bed. They didn't need meds, they were stronger than the rest of us. This kind of talk really upsets me because for a lot of people medication can be the thing that slowly helps them to feel better. There is no shame in that, and no one should make us feel like taking meds is a bad thing.


So What Can We Do?

“I can tell you that “Just cheer up” is almost universally looked at as the most unhelpful depression cure ever. It’s pretty much the equivalent of telling someone who just had their legs amputated to “just walk it off.” Some people don’t understand that for a lot of us, mental illness is a severe chemical imbalance rather just having “a case of the Mondays.” Those same well-meaning people will tell me that I’m keeping myself from recovering because I really “just need to cheer up and smile.” That’s when I consider chopping off their arms and then blaming them for not picking up their severed arms so they can take them to the hospital to get reattached.” 
- Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things

Personally: books help - books that talk about mental illness, and books that don't even consider the topic. But speaking as someone who fights depression every day, what we need is people to be understanding. I realise how hard it is to deal with a friend's or a family member's mental illness, I really do. We can lash out at the people we love, we can seem uncaring, sometimes we may not react to what you're saying at all. None of it is because of you. It's because something awful is happening inside our brains, and we can't control it.

Compassion, open dialogue (as hard as it is for everyone involved), and kindness are the things that bring some light into our worlds. And sometimes all you need is knowing someone is there and cares.
Okay, so this is such an important topic to me, as you may have noticed. Chip in, let me know what you think, ask questions if you feel like it! Also: talking about such personal topics, yay or nay? And finally: what diverse books do you read?