Books I’ve Got This Year! 📒

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Hello Younglings, I’m back with some bookish nonsense! These are all the books I’ve got in the fist months of 2016.

So here goes the list:

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Peter Pan by J.M Barrie
I bought this on Amazon as a treat for myself, it has stunning illustrations and beautiful fold out activities.

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Star Struck by Jenny McLachlan
Whisper to Me by Nick Lake
The Leaving by Tara Altebrando
All of these were sent to me by Bloomsbury Publishing, thank you, you wonderful peoples.

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Head Over Heels by Holly Smale
This was sent to me by Harper Collins Children’s Publishing. Thank you very much.

The Martian by Andy Weir
This was given to me by my wonderful friend Luke, whose mum got sent two copies when she ordered it on Amazon.

The Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard
I bought this for myself because I loved the book so much and wanted to re-read it before The Glass Sword came out.

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The Maze Runner Series by James Dashner
This was bought for me by my parents as a present which was lovely and I love them all so much.

The Scorch Trials by James Dashner
This is actually a signed copy and I love it to bits!

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Thanks for Reading! Let me know which covers you love in the comments… ♥

Chapter Excerpt from my story Falconry Revenge

This is the Prologue and Chapter 1 from my story The Falconry Revenge. Leave a comment if you want another upload or if you want to read it right now, click this link. http://w.tt/1QHhjg1

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Prologue
I remember sitting there in black on that day, in the front row of mourners. Something began to fill me up, it felt dark and malicious. It rose up in me, I always thought of it as a crimson liquid, thick and oozing. No, not blood as it remarkably sounds, no, I hated blood. It was a preliminary sign of death for me. When it took over my lungs, it spilled out of me, until I looked like the devil, crimson overflowing out of my mouth like I was sick. It controlled my actions and governed my thoughts. It became a focus and an obsession of my life. I wanted it so badly, I wanted revenge.

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I’ll start from the beginning, at the experiment, what happened and the start of the revenge.

Chapter 1
I was pretty much a normal teenager. I went to parties, I got good grades as well, I was popular enough. I hated trying to fit in with everyone, fighting for everyone’s attention. I was always in the shadow of my twin sister Lila. She was an overachiever, she did all the extra curricular activities she could possibly do and she was beautiful. She had long, flowing blonde hair and electric green eyes. Unlike me, I had long, mousy  brown hair and a duller green eyes. She was the most popular girl of our year, she went to all the parties that no one could get into without the price of popularity. Sometimes she would try to get me to come but I never wanted to. She would look at me with pleading eyes and say “Come on Maia, you’ll have fun I promise.”

My Mother loved Lila to the moon and back, always telling me, “Maia, why can’t you be more like Lila?” Most probably while taking some kind of cake or baked goods out of the oven that were most likely for a meet of some kind of Lila’s.

I was sitting at my desk, letting the music drift out of my headphones as I studied for a test for Monday. When I heard the phone ring, I just let it ring, waiting for someone else to get it. My Mother called up at me as she picked up the phone, “Why didn’t you pick up the phone?” I could hear her asking who it was, “Yes this is Mrs. Ford.” She took it into the living room and I couldn’t hear anymore.

When Lila got home from Model UN, she sat us down and told us what she had been told. We had been selected to perform in a social experiment called “Falconry”. They told us that it would get us into any school we wanted and that they’d pay us for our time. The prospect of that pleased our Mother and she had already said we’d accept.

The experiment was two weeks long and it was in Chicago. I remember packing everything I could possibly need, Ski pants? You got it. I even had a can of beans. On the Monday  we set off. Waving furiously at our mother out of my old banged-up Seat windows. We treated our journey as a road trip. We stopped off at interesting places, took pictures and bought mementos. When we had a little longer to go, she turned her head to me and put on a face of utmost seriousness. “What if there are any cute boys here and one of us falls in love?”

“At a social experiment? Yeah, okay.” I laugh.

“I mean another participant.” She says, furrowing her brow. “Do you know what? Your right, it’s stupid.”

“No, I was only joking.” I pat her on the arm, “I mean, anything could happen, right?”

“Right.” She mumbles and shuts her eyes, leaning against the cold glass of the window.

“Stop the car!” Lila cries a little while later.

“What? Why?” I ask worried.

“Just stop the damn car Maia!” She shouts at me.

I swerve into a lay-by  quickly, resulting in angry honks from the cars behind me. Lila unbuckles her belt, stumbles out of the car and doesn’t even make it to the bushes before she throws up unto the floor. She retches for about five minutes and makes her way back to the car. She gets in feebly and clicks her belt into place. I hand her a tissue, “You, Okay?”

“Yeah,” She says looking at her dirtied shoes, “It must have been the hotdogs from that street vendor.”

“Must’ve.” I mumble as she falls back asleep.

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We get there around 6:30pm. Lila and I climb out of the car and go round to the boot, popping it open and pulling out our bags. I stood there, surveying the building. It loomed over our heads, it looked like an old factory with the humungous chimneys. The front of the building looks different, it’s a rectangular white, clean cut building stuck on the front of a Victorian horror story. A middle aged man in a grey lab coats comes out and throws up his arms. “Our final guests are here, I’m Jonathan, head of the Falconry Experiment here at Star Labs.” He led us into the lobby, that looks like the inside of a high end spa. Calming music is playing with birds in the background, there’s small fountains and rocks everywhere and everyone is wearing white. There were ten other teenagers in the lobby and he gave us a little while to talk amongst ourselves. I look at there name badges up close, Declan, Finn, Ezra, Oliver, Levi, Miles, Alice, Ivy, Hope and Niamh. Then me and Lila. Most of the boys were dying to get Lila’s attention. Ivy kept talking to me for a while but she wasn’t saying anything interesting so I zoned out and nodded at the appropriate times. Jonathan called out over the buzz of twelve teenagers, “Who wants to see their rooms?”

Jonathan led us to the girls room. Inside the bare white rooms were three identical white beds on either side of the room. The beds lifted up as storage and we put our things in the bed base. Everything was white, even our experiment clothes. “Tomorrow will be your first trial, so rest well.” Jonathan told us as he shut the door. About ten minutes after that the lights went off and the girls scrambled into their beds in the dark. I climbed under my bed clothes and tried to keep my eyes shut and sleep.

Chapter Excerpt from my story Let’s Never Grow Up

This is from Chapter 2 of my story Let’s Never Grow Up. Leave a comment if you want me to upload more or to read more, right now! Just click the link here to see my Wattpad Listing, http://w.tt/1plXJA9

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I didn’t see Peter for four days but this wasn’t worrying. Sometimes he’d be gone for a week and come back bearing gifts through my open window. It was Thursday and I knew he would show when we were to meet up. I took two trains to get here, Neverland. I take the second path to the right and follow it until I see a sign saying “Morning”. Sure enough, there’s a pair of legs dangling from a the big spiraling Oak tree, scuffed jeans and beaten up Converse’s. He’s making a leaf crown whist balancing precariously on the thin branches. The tree reminds me of him, always flying off in different directions, never staying put. Peter eyes me up.

“Wendy.” he says bluntly putting on his leaf crown.

“Peter.” I say trying to imitate him. “Why haven’t you been to school?”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“Come on Peter, don’t be like this.” I say, “To be honest, I think your boys are feeling lost without you, Peter.” I smile.

“Ha ha, very funny.” He frowns at me, “I tried to run away but I didn’t like it so I came home.”

“That’s not fair, you said if you ever went away you’d take me with you.” I glance up at him. “I wonder what Nancy will think.” I giggle. Peter pats the space next to him, obligingly I manoeuvre myself up the tree. Peter holds on to me for the first three times I fell. I perch myself on the branch, letting my legs swing far up above the ground, this almost feels like flying. There’s a squirrel in Peter’s lap eating acorns. I lift one up, “I like this one, it looks so intricate and beautiful.” Peter smiles.

“What did you do this week?” He asks me, playing with a bunch of acorns in his hand, sorting them into rows.

“I went to school, you nut-job.” I laugh.

“Your jokes will be the end of me, Wendy Moira Angela Darling.”

“Either that or your frankly unhealthy consumption of cheesy crisps and snacks.” I tell him, swotting his arm, “Not my jokes.”

He pulls a packet of cheese crackers out of his pocket and pops on in his mouth. “Nah, never ever in Neverland would that happen.”

He traces the scar on the back of my hand. It’s long and goes from my wrist to the bottom of my middle finger. It’s faded into a silvery white but he still knows exactly where it is. “Now, I wonder how this happened?” Peter grins.

“Well, I’ll tell you, being the wonderful storyteller that I am. When I was nine, I met a boy in this exact forest,” I motion to the trees, “There was a boy sitting in this tree, alone, crying.”

“I was not CRYING! I was affected by the high pollen count.” He huffs.

“Anyway, I asked you “Boy, why are you crying.” And then you asked me my name because you didn’t want to tell me what was wrong.”

Peter holds up my hand, “You said, “My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling.””

“Then you asked me if I wanted to sit with you, and I said yes, you tried to help pull me up but I slipped and caught my hand on a sharp branch and it cut me from my wrist up to my middle finger.” I say.

“Then we became friends.” Peter declares putting his arm round my shoulder and awkwardly slapping my back.

“That was the end of uninterrupted sleep and healthy eating.” I slump back against the tree with a dramatic flourish, wiping a fake tear from my eye.

“Hey! I bring much more to the table than that, amazing humor, a handsome and charming sidekick to ward off all of the boys and I make a mean brownie.”

I laugh. “I do agree with the brownie part but the humor and handsomeness, eh, not so much.”

Peter glares at me and then swings down from the branch and hits the ground with a satisfying clunk. He puts his arms up in the air, “Are you coming down, Darling?” I tug on his arms and leap to the floor.

“I’ll see you next week, if not before.” And as if he’s angry, he turns away and walks briskly away from me down the winding forest path.