My mother said the other day that what I want in love

Is something quite ridiculous and not in Heav’n above.

She said that if I list too much the things I want in him

Then fate will slap me in the face, and negate ev’ry dense whim.

I’d like him dark with big black eyes and tan that makes me swoon

And if he had thick eyelashes I’d want to see him soon.

He must be at least six feet tall with burly shoulders too

Be good with kids, not pick his nose, and flirty girls he rue.

His teeth are straight and white and bright as any star above

If all these things he has and more he’s sure to win my love.

But, says my sweet mother dear, fate is a mean old thing.

It’s sure to take all that I want and with a smile wring.

Forget the “dark,” he’ll be so light the sun won’t shine no more.

His light blue eyes and sandy hair will make my poor heart sore.

He’ll probably be a midget, maybe shorter than myself

And then Our child shall, in a word, be called by all an elf.

His shoulders won’t be much to see, his teeth look like a fence

The kind that lies around a home, it doesn’t make no sense.

He’ll hate all kids and make them cringe, he’ll flirt with all my friends

And even when he picks his nose our love will never end.

I might as well eat all I want so I can get real fat

Who needs a man? I have my cake, and one big hairy cat.



Everything, Everything: Oceans, Solar Systems, Deep Thoughts about Life


Madeline has never been outside. Never felt the salty, invigorating coolness of the ocean. Never tasted the crispness of the oncoming fall.

Never been to a high school. Never fallen in love.

Never had her heart broken.

But then a boy moves next door. And her life changes forever.


My Rating

Three and a half stars. *throws confetti but with a sad smile*

An entertaining one sentence summary

There’s this girl and she’s like allergic to the air and grass and well everything, everything but then this dude moves in next door and he only ever wears black and he climbs around on trees and roofs and walls like he’s a monkey and he’s totally flirting with her and she’s like yes please and then they run off to Hawaii to snorkel with humuhumu-whatawhata-something-something fish and that was a bad idea.


More Entertaining Short Summaries

Phonetic Scrabble (which is like the coolest idea ever)

Fun illustrations for the child within (like bundt cakes and time passing techniques and even little dictionary definitions and book reviews)



Outer space



Air locks

Almost dying (fun)



Initial Thoughts

Being up-and-up on the latest YA hits (that was sarcasm, btw), I really wanted to check out Everything, Everything. I saw a trailer for the upcoming movie randomly pop up on my Facebook page and it looked fairly decent.


Plus, when I saw the cover, I was like YES I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

Note: I think we have learned that Amanda only ever reads/chooses books because of their pretty covers. While this is not always true . . . I do tend to choose books based on the covers.

Entering the book, I was in love. Maddy was absolutely darling: she was sweet and super super smart. She also didn’t cuss, was HOMESCHOOLED and had a great relationship with her mother.

This had the makings of SUCH A GREAT BOOK.


Then comes Olly. Olly cusses quite a bit, which isn’t surprising because his dad is an idiot and cusses even more.

AS I WAS READING THIS BOOK, I was reading another book. It’s Christian nonfiction and one of the parts was about how touching people of the opposite gender is dangerous. Once you start, you can’t stop. I kid you not, I had both of the books open and as I was reading Everything, Everything, Maddy said:


I was like DUDE!! So true!

And we see a dangerous progression.


Maddy and Olly are okay with just pantomiming to each other through a window.


They want to meet each other. So Maddy gets her nurse to arrange a meeting. They aren’t allowed to touch each other.


A few weeks later they meet and and Olly grabs Maddy’s hand to help her with a handstand. Oops, accident . . . won’t happen again right? WRONG THIS IS YA FICTION.


A few weeks later . . . Olly sits really close to Maddy.


A few weeks later . . . Olly kisses Maddy.


And then they run away together and there’s only one bed and . . . yeah. Not good.

This was definitely a God-thing for me to read this book in conjunction with the nonfiction one. It just proved to me that, yes. There is no end to desire. And there isn’t supposed to be within the bounds of marriage! That’s what the world doesn’t understand.


This book was full of beautiful imagery, deep characters, and amazing musings on the universebut I must part it with a gift of only three and a half stars because of the messages:

  • Follow your heart (as usual)
  • Teens drifting away from their parents is normal
  • All love relationships end in intimacy meant for marriage
  • It’s okay to do something that could possibly kill you if you’re going to be happy
  • Love relationships make you crazy and that’s okay; you’ll be obsessed, out of whack, but that’s normal and just go with it. Make that person YOUR ALL in life and don’t look back.

SO . . .

What I did like

  • Phonetic Scrabble (becuz y not)
  • Maddy and Olly’s conversations (they reminded me of convos I’ve had)
  • Maddy’s wanting to REALLY LIVE
  • Her obsession with books

What I didn’t like

  • Maddy comes to the conclusion that teens are supposed to fall in love and not like their parents anymore. Their love affairs replace their bond to their parents. SO SAD!!
  • There was a gay dude (they always have to throw those in there)
  • The PG-13 scene (I’d say it’s more like M or R; regardless, I skipped it)
  • The climax was kind of like WHOA WHOA WHOA waht

More fave quotable quotes



A few months ago, I jumped off a cliff into a lake. Maddy’s experience was so much like mine I wanted to share it. Read the book for another even more beautiful passage about the feeling.

He nods. “I’ll go first. I won’t let you drown.” He jumps up and out and does a full somersault before arrowing into the water. A few seconds later he resurfaces and waves up to me. I wave back and then close my eyes to take stock of my situation, because jumping off a cliff seems like a pivotal moment when a little stock-taking should be done. Strangely, though, I felt like I don’t really want to think too much. Like Olly, I just want to jump. I teach out Olly’s face in the water and find him waiting for me. Considering what the future may hold, dumping off this cliff doesn’t seem so scary at all.


Have you read this book? Will you watch the movie?


We’re just some gilded butterflies
Holding hands and hugging lies
The things we build our life upon
Are here one day, the next it’s gone.
We both pretend all is okay
When really life has gone astray
We keep our silly act going
We know just what we’re really sowing
And yet continue on this road
And carry this old heavy load
We won’t admit what we now feel
We’re ‘fraid to know that it’s all real.
Instead we calmly pass each hour
E’en though it takes all of our power
To hold convulsing hearts in chest
We never get much-needed rest.
Someday our hearts will spill their guts
And fix each other’s throbbing cuts
And we’ll look back on years before
And wonder what on earth they’re for.


Questions are powerful.

I remember a long time ago,
When the world was just beginning to collapse into darkness,
I loved a boy
And the boy loved me.
My brother once asked him,
“When you see my sister when you’re
Old and kissed by Time
Maybe in the grocery store
Or a parking lot,
After living two lives separately–
What will you say?”
My cheeks grabbed buckets of embarrassment,
And the boy’s eyes widened.

Impressions are powerful.

We’ve lived two separate lives.
Our tales were never woven together
By the Maker of Fabrics.
We didn’t see each other for years
Upon years
Upon years.
But we’d made lasting impressions
On one another.
He softened my edges,
Made me care for those around me;
Revived the optimistic spirit
That had been torn
So raggedly.
I’d changed his sense of humor,
Challenged him to grow up a little;
Made him realize his goals were worth fighting for.
We carried those hints of each other
For the rest of our lives.
We molded each other
Into that which our future spouses
Fell in love with.

Reunions are powerful.

I remembered what my brother had said,
Never forgot how the boy’s eyes widened
And my own cheeks charred the atmosphere around them.
Weeks, months, year passed.
And I saw the boy
Now Old and kissed by Time
In the grocery store,
After living two lives separately–
Except he wasn’t a boy anymore.
All that echoed in my ears was
My brother asking him,
“What will you say?”
I stared at him,
He stared at me.
So much had changed,
But so much more had stayed the same.
He licked his peeling lips.
I fixed a tendril of my white hair.
He opened his mouth.
I held my shopping cart close.
His words were the balm
To my aching chest.
His eyes swelled.
Tears fled both our eyes.
We were home.
“Hi, Daisy.”

Moments are powerful.

The flowers were fresh
And white.
I was the last one there.
The boy who dared me to try,
Dared me to believe in shares of hope–
He was gone.
But although our threads
Were never sewn together all the way
We’d been tangled together
At last
For the end.
We picked up right where we’d left off;
It was as if nothing had ever changed.
I’d never left him,
He’d never left me.
There was never any regret.
Our omniscient Tailor had pulled us apart
Because He knew best.
But when the light pulled me into Heaven–
As I saw the face of my King–
It was the boy who helped greet me.
I forgot the earth
And sorrow
And regrets
As glory
And the boy who taught me how to be
All laid before me
In powerful glory.

God is powerful.


I never wanted to grow up–

While my friends dreamed of

Cars and

Boys and


I was content with my dolls

And my daydreams

And Elmo.

I wore pigtails with pride

And romped the world,

Gathering dandelions,

Riding bikes,

Shying away from boys.

But we all age

Regardless of

Whether we want to or not.

Six became seven and eight and nine …

I found my spot at twelve, grew a few inches at thirteen.

I had my first foolish crush at fourteen

And by fifteen I had tossed him away and

Declared myself a spinster.

Then sixteen came around

And I met him.

The quiet boy, good looking, but not flashy.

I didn’t know what to think of him at first

But then I thought

Gah–he could never like me.

And that’s when I grew up.

Sixteen stretched on for a mighty while.

I thrived then because there was

No tension,

No possibility.

But then …

Could it be possible?

Oh, why must we grow up?

Why do we trade our

Trees for dreams of brick houses;

Our ponies for minivans;

Our baby dolls for real, live babies that have “our eyes” and “his nose.”

Why must the princes become

A single boy–

A silly, oblivious boy

Who dreams of wrangling clouds?

He dreams not of

Children and

Houses and


Oh yes, he knows it’s in the future.

But he’s content.

Why can’t I be content?

Why do things become so


When we age?

We thought maturity brought


But it doesn’t.

It brings shackles–

The shackles of uncontrollable love,

Of tears that wet pillows behind closed doors,

Of memories from silly things thrown at us from day to day.

We are in


Bondage to our age, to our stupid fantasies,

To the boy who thinks less of us

Than we do of him.


I will not age any further.

Give me my baby dolls,

My tree houses,

My fantasies;

I want my ponies,

And my pigtails,

The scraped knees

And the splinters.

I want the prince

That never came

And that never will.