Book Review: Divergent by Veronica Roth

Divergent by Veronica Roth

 

In Beatrice Prior's dystopian Chicago, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue--Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is--she can't have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.

During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles to determine who her friends really are--and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes infuriating boy fits into the life she's chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she's kept hidden from everyone because she's been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers a growing conflict that threatens to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves . . . or it might destroy her.*

* Blurb from Goodreads

 

**Warning: This review may contain slight spoilers, but I have tried to keep them to a minimum.

 

 

Okay, so there may be a full on possibility that I am the last fan of YA fiction to have ever read this book. I have had it for a while now, it's been sat on my bookshelf staring at me, calling to me and telling me that I want to read it (I swear my books whisper to me in my sleep, but maybe I'm just weird). But this was another one of those books that I was scared to read, worried that the hype monster had gotten ahold of it and blown it's awesomeness out of total proportion. I kept thinking to myself, there is no way this book (or this series) can be as good as everyone makes out, right? RIGHT?!

 

Well turns out I was stupid and wrong, just like when I put off reading Harry Potter and The Hunger Games and The Fault in our Stars. I put off reading them all for a loooooong time, because I didn't want to be disappointed by any of them, by not reading them I could live in blissful ignorance, assuring myself that they were awesome. Which is quite silly really, when I should have been experiencing the awesomeness for myself, because NONE of those books disappointed me.

 

And neither did Divergent.

 

The book, in a word, was superb. There were so many things that I loved about it (so I give you fair warning that this could turn into a gush fest, I am not sorry). The characters were strong, diverse and full of faults. It's brilliant to have a book where not one of the characters is perfect, they all have their flaws and that made them feel very real to me. What was even more refreshing was that people were aware of their faults and they were proud of them. Tris was strong and brave, but there was an underlying vulnerability to her that was endearing.  The same goes for Four actually, he was kind but it was buried deep, and he allowed Tris to be strong without being threatened by it. I found Al's storyline to be very interesting and his character went through one of the biggest changes in the book in my opinion.

 

The plot was riveting, and I have a sneaking suspicion that Veronica Roth is some form of literary wizard because my hand just kept turning the page without me realising it. Even in the early hours of the morning, when I really needed to get to sleep, I just couldn't because it meant I would have to close the book. And I couldn't close the book! That would have just been nonsense.

 

The dystopian world was well thought out and consistent throughout the book. I loved the idea of the factions and what they all stood for. The fact that the  kids got to choose which faction they wanted to join made the plot more terrifying for me. Because each faction has such strong ideals and each believe that their ideals are the correct way of living, it meant that they were willing to do anything to ensure that their rules were followed. Anything. That is terrifying to me.

 

One of my favourite things about the book though was the way the romance was written. The romance was there, and it was believable, but it didn't over shadow the story. I loved that! It was great to see a romance where you could tell that the two characters really cared for each other, but they didn't just forget about everything else. Their love for one another strengthened them and Tris didn't go all weak at the knees every time Four walked into the room.

 

Overall, I gave this book five stars (was there any doubt, after all the gushing?). This is a book that has taught me a lot about writing and it is one that I will no doubt re-read, a lot.

 

As a side note: I have finally discovered Veronica Roth's blog and realised that she is some sort of writing genius. Seriously, if you're a writer, there are some fantastic posts on there, check it out.

 

Have you read Divergent? What did you think of it? Are you as excited for Allegiant as I am?

 

Book Review: Anna Dressed In Blood by Kendare Blake

 

 

Anna Dressed In Blood by Kendare Blake

 

 

Just your average boy-meets-girl, girl-kills-people story...

Cas Lowood has inherited an unusual vocation: He kills the dead.

So did his father before him, until his gruesome murder by a ghost he sought to kill. Now, armed with his father’s mysterious and deadly athame, Cas travels the country with his kitchen-witch mother and their spirit-sniffing cat. Together they follow legends and local lore, trying to keep up with the murderous dead—keeping pesky things like the future and friends at bay.

When they arrive in a new town in search of a ghost the locals call Anna Dressed in Blood, Cas doesn’t expect anything outside of the ordinary: move, hunt, kill. What he finds instead is a girl entangled in curses and rage, a ghost like he’s never faced before. She still wears the dress she wore on the day of her brutal murder in 1958: once white, but now stained red and dripping blood. Since her death, Anna has killed any and every person who has dared to step into the deserted Victorian she used to call home.

And she, for whatever reason, spares his life.

 

*Blurb from Goodreads

 

**Warning may contain slight spoilers, but I've tried to keep them to a minimum.

 

I'd heard a lot of great things about Anna Dressed In Blood, around the blogosphere and on Twitter, it seemed like no one had a bad word to say about it. Whenever this happens I always have the desire to read the book, just to see what all the fuss is about, but at the same time it gives me high expectations. So when I finally caved and brought both Anna and the sequel Girl of Nightmares, I approached them with caution.

 

I will start off by saying, Anna Dressed In Blood did not disappoint. It was a very good book and I really did enjoy reading it. The opening of the book grabs you instantly. It throws you right into the story and shows you exactly what Cas does, which I thought was brilliant. There wasn't an awful lot of info dumping, which was also refreshing. Everything you learn about Cas comes into the plot at it's own time and in small doses, leaving you to put all the pieces together.

 

I enjoyed reading a book from a boys POV, which I find a rarity in YA literature (but maybe I'm not looking in the right places), and I liked Cas's voice. He was sarcastic and slightly arrogant, but he wasn't a total a**hole. He had a job to do and he knew what he needed to do to get it done. Though I thought he became more interesting when he started to question exactly what it is that he was doing and he started to have sympathy for the ghost he was killing.

 

This time around his job happens to be Anna, a murderous ghost who kills everyone that steps foot through the door of her old house. Bad news for Cas. Except for, of course, when she doesn't kill him. I have to admit, Anna was my favourite character in the whole book. She was funny, snarky, sweet and vulnerable, and she could rip a person in two if they annoyed her. Her story arc was the best throughout the story and I felt she really developed as a character. When it came to the big reveal about her past at the end I was almost in tears.

 

However, there were things that bugged me while reading. Mainly the supporting cast of characters. It was all very Buffy-esque for my taste. If you're not a fan of the show then you may not have noticed, but I am. I have been a massive Buffy fan since the first episode aired on TV, and I couldn't help but notice the distinct similarities to the characters of this book and the main characters in Buffy (the Scooby gang). As a matter of fact, the characters make references to Buffy throughout the book. What can I say, I found it annoying.

 

Overall, I gave the book four stars. I thought the story was very good and the writing was pretty incredibly (and gruesome in places). There were moments when I laughed out loud, cringed,  gasped out in horror and shook my head because I just couldn't believe what I was reading. I also enjoyed the fact that there was some swearing in the book, without it being over the top and on every page, the dialogue sounded much more natural because of it.

 

Have you read Anna Dressed In Blood? What did you think of it?

What I've Been Up To Lately...

Hey everyone,

Life's been pretty busy recently, what with getting through the last bits of university (only a week and a half left *gulp*) and finding time to write and edit and read. I finally handed in my dissertation the other week, which was a nice weight off my mind. Now I have an exam and a presentation to get through and I am done, it feels great to be able to say that, even though I have no idea where the last three years have actually gone. I've changed a lot in those three years and yet it feels like I blinked and it's just gone (does anyone else feel like that). Anyway, enough of the university ramble. I thought I'd share what else I've been up to lately.

What I've been writing....

I've been really busy, so I haven't had much time to write since Camp finished, but I keep sneaking glances at The Invincible Penny Lane, which is crying out to be edited. In fact, I was so distracted by Penny Lane the other day that I did some typography of some of my favourite lines in the book.

 

 

What I've been reading...

I just finished reading Divergent by Veronica Roth (I know, I must be the last YA fan alive who hadn't read it yet). It was brilliant, I loved it. I'm now onto the sequel, Insurgent. I like how it picks up immediately where Divergent finished, but it hasn't quite gripped me yet.

What I've been watching...

I went to see Iron Man 3 a couple of weeks ago. It was EPIC! And I had put it down as my favourite film of the year, until I saw Star Trek Into Darkness!! Now that is my favourite film of the year, and I'm not sure any other film is going to be able to top it (unless Catching Fire is superb). Into Darkness took my feels, tore them out and stomped on them (in the best way possible). If you have seen Into Darkness and it stole your feels too, be sure to check out Miss Cole's Into Darkness Feels Support Group,

What I've been listening to...

I am currently addicted to both The Host OST, which is beautiful and relaxing and perfect writing music because the lack of lyrics don't distract me. But I am also in love with the Imagine Dragons album Night Visions, oh god it is so good, it just makes me wanna dance (which you don't want to see, trust me). This is one of my favourite songs from the album, called On Top of the World.

So that's it. That's pretty much my life in a nutshell write about now.

How are you? What have you been writing, reading, watching and listening to lately?

The End of CampNaNoWriMo

This months Camp NaNoWriMo is officially over. I managed to exceed my 20K word count goal and hit 27K, which means the draft of The Invincible Penny Lane has now reached 60K. It also means I am the proud owner of this:

It's so pretty, isn't it?!

I haven't quite the draft of Penny Lane yet, I think I have another couple of short chapters to go, but I'm really happy with my progress this month.

I thought I would share one final snippet with you, just to celebrate, so here it is:

“Penny, what are you-” his voice sounds strained before I cut him off.

“I'm going to show you how I know that what you can do is real.”

I pull the sleeve of the jumper I am wearing up to my elbow, revealing the pale flesh of my arm. Then I rip the knife through the air, before I can think better of it, and open up a hole in my skin.

I wince as Milo screams my name, filling the kitchen with sound. Instantly bold, bright red blood comes pouring from the wound, falling like rain, until it splashes onto the kitchen floor. Puddles start to form, small then stretching.

He pushes himself up from his chair and runs towards me. I hold up my hand though and he pauses, frozen, his arms stretched out towards me and staring in horror.

The wound is already healing. I can feel it. The skin and layers of tissue that have been sliced are starting to knit themselves back together, like I am just a big tapestry waiting to be filled in. Soon the blood stops. Within the matter of a minute the skin doesn't even look like it has been cut, just a dark red slash across my pale skin, but even that fades. Lighter and lighter. Until it's not there any more.

Just like it never happened.

I look up at Milo. His gaze is shifting from my once again perfect skin to the pools of blood on the floor, the only evidence of my craziness. His mouth is hanging slightly open. The panic rises, starting from my stomach until it bounces in my chest and tightens my throat. What about If I was wrong after all? What if it had just been an hallucination and Milo isn't like me at all? Just a normal guy. I have just revealed my biggest secret and now he will think I am a monster.

Eventually he looks up at my face. “You, you're, you.” He can't find the right word to use.

“I am a mutation,” I say with complete sincerity. “And I'm pretty sure you are to.”

How did everyone else get along with Camp NaNoWriMo? Did you win?

Book Review: The Host by Stephenie Meyer

 

The Host by Stephenie Meyer

 

 

 

 

Melanie Stryder refuses to fade away. The earth has been invaded by a species that take over the minds of human hosts while leaving their bodies intact. Wanderer, the invading "soul" who has been given Melanie's body, didn't expect to find its former tenant refusing to relinquish possession of her mind.

As Melanie fills Wanderer's thoughts with visions of Jared, a human who still lives in hiding, Wanderer begins to yearn for a man she's never met. Reluctant allies, Wanderer and Melanie set off to search for the man they both love.

*blurb from Goodreads

**Warning contains minor spoilers, but I've tried to keep them as minor as possible.

I remember when this book first came out, I was excited about it. I am fascinated by the idea of aliens, so I was excited about the premise, and this kind of sounded like The Faculty (great film) so I ran out on my lunch break at work and brought this book on the day of release. I spent the rest of the day a bit jittery because I couldn't wait to get home and read it. And then I started reading it. I didn't get past the first 100 pages.

 

It stayed on my shelf for years, waiting to be read, until eventually I had a sort out and it went to a new home. It wasn't until recently, when I started to see the trailers for the film, did I remember why I was so excited about the story to begin with. So I went to go see the film last week and it was pretty good. It was cheesy, but I really liked the story. The next day, I went along to my local Waterstones and brought it again.

 

This time it took me 5 days to read it.

 

This is a novel that could have done with some serious editing down, at over 600 pages it's incredibly long and there are chapters in there that are quite frankly unnecessary. For me, the first portion of a book is crucial. I usually give a book 50 pages, but since this one was so long I gave it 100, to grip me. If it doesn't catch my attention by that point then I set it aside. That happened with this book. The beginning dragged and it didn't really get exciting until around page 130. I know the first section has some key information in it, but it could have easily been condensed.  

 

Once I struggled through those first 100 pages or so again I started to really enjoy the book. I thought the dialogue between Melanie and Wanderer was done incredibly well. At times it was confusing, especially towards the middle and end of the book, when Wanderer was becoming more human, and their thoughts were harder distinguish. But I thought this worked because it showed Wanderer's progression, from being the cold alien that she was, to a deeper and more complicated being who started to feel human emotions.

The development of the other characters in the book, even those that seemed minor in the beginning, was impressive. When Wanderer first arrives there are scenes that are just uncomfortable to read. The humans are angry, violent and quite frankly vile. I could see it from their point of view, I guess, because Melanie was one of their own and they viewed Wanderer as the enemy. But the way they treat her is so disgusting. As time goes on though their opinion changes and they grow as people, pulling away from the darker side of human emotion and finally showing some compassion.

The romance was different and I think incredibly well written. To have this sort of love square, with Melanie and Wanderer pulling in two totally different directions. To listen to Wanderer as she starts to understand love and what she is feeling, instead of just what Melanie is feeling. It was brilliant (No, I wasn't expecting to write those words either). I will say, I did not like Jared, at all. He very much reminded me of Edward, angry, possessive and at times very cruel. The way he treated Wanderer, I mean I get it, she stole your girlfriends body, but I don't understand why he feels the need to be so violent towards her. There are other ways of solving things than with your fists. For me, the only love interest was Ian. He was sweet and caring, he understood her and was always willing to put Wanderer's needs before everyone else. Yes it was all a little bit cheesy, but you could tell that he loved her, even if she was a centipede. After a bad start, he's the first one to start treating Wanderer like a human, to start talking to her and understanding how she feels. He looked at her and saw Wanderer, not something invading Melanie's body. OK, so I could gush about him for a long time, so I'll stop now, but some of my favourite moments of the book where between those two.

Overall, I gave this four stars. I usually have this rule about books, if they make me cry then they get five stars, because the author has done their job. The author has made me care about the characters so much, and believe in the story so well, that I become emotional. This book made me cry. A lot. There are some very touching scenes in there, but because of all the unnecessary writing that I had to trail through the find them, I can't give it five stars. I really enjoyed it though, and I will read it again.

Also, as a side note: If you won't read this, or have been put off reading this because of Twilight, it's not Twilight. Some aspects are similar, I will say, but don't be put off just for that reason. Give the book a go.

Have you read The Host? Or seen the film? What did you think?

The Book Ban is OVER!

 

A little while ago I declared a book ban on Twitter. It was supposed to go on until the beginning of May, but I've been having a bad week so I thought I would treat myself. I popped into the local Waterstones and walked out with these beauties, adding them to my continually growing TBR pile. 

 



 

 

 



This Is What Happy Looks Like by Jennifer E. Smith - I adored The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight, so I've been dying to read this for ages!

 

Geek Girl by Holly Smale - I have heard great things about this book. Great things. And as a fellow Geek Girl I already know I'm going to love it.

 

Girl Of Nightmares by Kendra Blake - I haven't read Anna Dressed In Blood Yet (it's on my TBR pile as well), but I've heard very good and creepy things about this book. Haven't read a horror for a while, so I'm looking forward to seeing if the series lives up to the hype.

 

Acid by Emma Pass - I've been following Emma's blog for a while now and I've been dying to read Acid ever since I saw the synopsis.

 

The Host by Stephenie Meyer - I went to see the film last week and I was dying to read the book afterwards. I finished it last night and it was brilliant. Review to come later.

 

What books have you been buying recently?

Hitting 20K on Camp NaNoWriMo and Another Snippet

Today I reached my 20K word count goal on Camp NaNoWriMo *happy dance* It means that The Invincible Penny Lane has now reached a lovely 54K, although I am still not finished yet. I think I have another 10K left to go on this draft of the story, and I am hoping to get that done by the end of Camp. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

 

To celebrate reaching my 20K word count goal I thought I would share another snippet with you from The Invincible Penny Lane. This is a scene from chapter five, and it is where Milo comes into the story. To give a bit of context, seeing as it's a big jump from chapter one to here, Penny has escaped the lab and has been living on the streets for a while now. She is not doing well when Milo finds her.

 

This man, or boy, I don't know. He barely looks older than me, but since I don't know how old I technically am I can't put a number on it. He fascinates me, just like they all do. He has brown hair, so dark that it is almost black, that hangs around his face in thick, straight lines and skims his shoulders. His skin is pale, pale white that is startling, against the dark clothes that he wears.

 

He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and puts it to his pale lips. I know all about cigarettes because I know all about cancer. They told me about cancer. Apparently one day they hoped my cells would help cure cancer, but they haven't worked it out just yet. Now they never would. I try not to feel guilty about that thought. He pats himself down, checking his pockets and coming up empty. 

 

His head darts around, back and forth, and then he ducks even deeper into the alleyway. I curl back against the wall, afraid that he has spotted me. But then what happens next surprises me more than anything I have ever seen.

 

He holds his fingers up in front of his face and stares at them. His face scrunches up as he concentrates. Then a spark dances across them, loud and bright. He pushes the cigarette closer to his fingers and the spark dances again. It catches on the paper and ignites in a flash of bright orange. His hands drop to his side and his cigarette burns, smoke coming from the end.

 

I gasp before I can stop myself. The sound escaping my lips loudly in the confined space. His head snaps up and I notice the startling green of his eyes as he stares directly at me. Sh*t. 

 

He frowns, as if he isn't quite sure what he is looking at, and I can understand that because I didn't know how likely it was that he just came across a girl in the street, sleep deprived and starving. He starts to walk towards me and a panic fills my chest, for a moment my hunger is forgotten.

 

There is only one thought that keeps running across my mind though, he is the same as me. Well not the same as me exactly, but there is something different about him. There is something strange and hidden, underneath the skin, that not many people see. He is not like everyone else, just like I am not like everyone else.

 

I try to crawl away from him as he comes even closer to me, his footsteps loud and echoing throughout the tiny space between the walls. I have no where to go. My only option would be to try and run, to try and get past him, but even if I could then where would I go? I have nowhere, and I have no energy to even try and stand, let alone run. The only safe thought is that he can't kill me, but that only offers me a small piece of comfort. 

 

There are worse things that he can do.

 

When there is only a small distance between us he crouches down in front of me. He doesn't reach out, he doesn't try to touch me or anything. He just crouches there and stares at me for a moment. “Hello?” He finally says. His voice is gentle but deep.

 

I stare at him, my mouth just hangs open loosely where words fail to come out. 

 

“Do you speak English?” He asks eventually. All I can do is nod slowly. “OK. Well I'm Milo.” He holds out his hand, and I guess I am supposed to shake it but I don't. I just stare at it, looking at the blue tinge of the veins that run underneath his thin skin. I hate being touched in general, because whenever someone held out their hand to me as a child, it meant they were probably going to take me to a lab. 

 

“OK,” he says again, pulling his hand back. “Do you have a name?”

 

It shouldn't have been a difficult question. To normal people it wouldn't have been a difficult question, the answer should have floated out of their mouth as easy as breathing. But I wasn't normal and my name would only raise questions. 

 

“Zer-” The fragment of the word has slipped out of my mouth before I catch myself. I pause and Milo frowns at me, waiting. I rack my brain and then the words are out before I even realise. “Penny Lane.”

 

Milo smirks, as if he recognises the name, “parents big Beatles fan then I take it?” I nod, because in part it is true. Colins favourite song of theirs was Penny Lane, he always liked to listen to it together. My heart hurts when I think about Colin. I want to know what has happened to him.

 

“Where are your parents?” Milo asks and I shrug. I don't know, that isn't a lie. I have never known anything about my parents, who they were or whatever happened to them, or how I came to be at the lab. They had never given me an explanation about that.

 

“How long have you been out here?” 

 

“I don't know,” the words stumble out of my mouth, falling over coughs and stutters. I need water to make the words flow, to make my brain function. My cough grows steadily violent, until I double over in pain, clutching at my stomach with one hand. The other hand covers my mouth. Milo reaches out and touches me, his hand gently patting my back. I flinch away from his violently, making the cough worse.

 

“OK, OK, I'm sorry.” He holds up his hands and backs away from me slowly, but he's still staring at me and the look in his eyes reminds me of Colin. Colin would wear that look whenever he looked at me. Worry and concern mashed together into a frown. “Are you alright?”

 

Eventually the cough wavers and stops altogether. I start to nod my head but when I pull my hand away from my mouth I notice that it is covered with bright speckles of red blood. 

 

“Shi*t,” Milo says simply. “You are not alright.”

 

He reaches for me again, slower this time, and even though I eye his hand closely I don't flinch away. His thumb brushes the corner of my mouth and I notice that the tip comes away red, my blood on his fingers. He wipes the blood on his black jeans, and suddenly it is like it was never even there because I can't see the stain that it leaves behind. 

 

He pushes my hair away from my face and tucks the long strand behind my ear. I am amazed that he doesn't squirm away from me, because I know that I am disgusting. My hair sticks to my face with grease and grim and I don't even want it anywhere near me. But his hand touches my cheek gently, cupping it softly, the tip of his thumb brushing back and forth across the skin. The skin of his hands are dry and rough, but I find myself leaning into his touch. I can't remember the last time someone touched me quite so sweetly. 

 

The look in his eyes is sad and that brings home what a mess I am. 

 

“Maybe I should take you to the hospital,” he says it quietly, like a thought out loud, more to himself than to me. But I react anyway. I shake my head violently, until I become dizzy and I can barely see straight.

 

“Please, no hospital,” I beg. I have never been to the hospital, to a real hospital anyway, but the hospital in the lab have never been my favourite place. It was where they would send me if I had a very adverse reaction to something, but they never gave me anything. It was more of a watch and wait sort of hospital. If they thought I was like to tip towards the death side of things they would consider giving me something, but it had never gotten that far. The closest thing I had got to a cure was seeing them prepare an anti-venom in a syringe. Just in case.

 

I did know though that I was not normal, not quite human, and that meant hospitals would do test and start asking questions. There was also the chance that by the time we got to the hospital that I would be fine.

 

“Are you sure? I mean you seem-”

 

“No. Please, just no hospital. I'll be fine, I promise.”

 

Milo frowns and I know that he doesn't believe me. I don't blame him, after all who would?

 

“OK, but I can get you food, some clean clothes maybe? I can help you, if you want?” He was desperate to help me, I could see it in his eyes. That same look. I was still unused to seeing it and it shocked me to see it in the eyes of a stranger so quickly. 

 

I eventually nod, because I need it. Even if I can't die, I did not want to keep living like this. 

 

I manage to pull myself to my feet, with Milo's help. He steadies me with a hand on my shoulder, I can tell that he is still trying to be gentle, to take it slowly with me because he doesn't know if I will freak out again. I stumble as I try to take a step forward, my legs too weak to support even my small weight.

 

Milo looks at me for a moment, his eyes running over my body and I feel my cheeks flame. I know what I must look like, a skeleton covered with skin and not much else. Frail. Pathetic. “Would you...” he starts but then trails off. Taking a deep breath, he tries again, “would you mind if I carried you? I'll be gentle.”

 

I think about it for a moment. He might take me anywhere, if I let him carry me I kind of surrender all of my power. But I am so weak that I don't think I can walk very far, possibly not even out of this little hole in the world. If he had wanted to hurt me I was almost sure he would have done it already, it's not like I would have had the power to fight him off.

 

I nod, “OK.”

 

He nods back, and I can tell he's a bit surprised that I've agreed, but what other choice did I really have. He edges over to me slowly and then bends, I can feel his arms go behind my knees and flat against my back. Then he lifts me, easily, as if I weigh nothing. I lean my head against his shoulder and eventually I feel like maybe I can sleep.

 

I feel that maybe, just maybe I can trust Milo. After all, he was like me.

 

So that's the scene.

 

I hope you enjoyed it and I hope every Camp NaNoer is well on the way to reaching their own word count goals.