12. whatever tickles my fancy.
13. a fictional book. - as marcia pointed out, this should probably be a fiction book. which is a shame because i can come up with many fun titles for fictional books. right now i'm thinking of one about zombie unicorns. wtf? anyway, yes....a fictional book. Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood. It was my first favorite book when I was fourteen. I turned part of it into a monologue for drama class. And I read it many times and made my friends read it. It is part of who I am and probably a big influence on my writing.
14. A nonfictional book. Here we go again. Wasted by Marya Hornbacher I have read over and over and over again. It's brilliant. I kind of want to make the world read it, but then every time I suggest someone read it, it seems to trigger their eating issues so then I don't want anyone to read it. It didn't actually have that effect on me, despite the fact that reading Skin Game by Caroline Kettlewell (sp?) made me start cutting again like a bitch. Anyway I wanted to really connect with and love Hornbacher's bipolar memoir in the same way but it didn't happen. Another memoir you don't hear much about but ..... okay two actually.... Passing For Normal by Amy Wilensky which is about Tourettes (not the kind you're thinking of probably) and OCD....which if you feel freakish at all about anything is just the book to read!!! changed my outlook in a lot of ways. Also, Just Checking by Emily Colas about OCD I feel I could have written! And of course Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel I'll love forever. It was there when I needed it. Twice.
"We read to know we're not alone..." - C.S. Lewis
15. A fanfic. This one was written for meeeee :) Thank you,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aphrodite_mine!! Drabble: I am a Sailor (Degrassi, Manny/Emma, PG-13)
Title: I Am a Sailor
Author: aphrodite_mine
Info: Degrassi, Manny/Emma, during "Venus," Pg-13
Manny's heart is singing all kinds of regret, the kind that flowers up inside of her chest and forces a blush to her skin. It doesn't wash away from her fall in the sink, pretzeled there, then rescued into Emma's arms. Manny needs to find her land legs. She doesn't know where she left them.
Emma is saying Be Quiet, but the song keeps growing and growing and Manny's hands are tangled up in Emma's hair. She won't be shaken free. Like a bad cold or the flu, she clings. Like an illness. That's what she is now, that's what Manny Santos is. Sick.
Her legs wobble and give out on her for a few steps and she thinks of a baby deer, whispering - or she thinks she whispers - Bambi, and Emma smiles despite herself and her finger at her lips shushing, shushing. Manny knows she has a quiet inside of her, but she needs Emma to help find it, call it forth. Because right now, all she can do is sing.
The top unslings under Emma's fingers and the shorts too - too wet for the bed, she's a mess, Emma smiles. Manny can't see Emma's eyes but runs her palms across her breasts, chirping about audiences and a more deserving one.
The bed is softer than she's ever known it to be, lying on top of the double comforter, her back arched, her knees bent. Manny sings a song of love, ignoring Emma's insistence on pajamas. I don't need pajamas when I have you to keep me warm.
Emma frowns, but she's always frowning and Manny just smiles and scoots over a little bit, feeling the universe shake inside of her belly. She's drowning inside of herself, a little, and Emma's lips are the only thing that can save her. This is the only thing that Manny knows.
She's forgotten her name. She's forgotten camera lenses, eyes. Emma whispers be quiet and she finally can, her body washing away to shore.
13. a fictional book. - as marcia pointed out, this should probably be a fiction book. which is a shame because i can come up with many fun titles for fictional books. right now i'm thinking of one about zombie unicorns. wtf? anyway, yes....a fictional book. Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood. It was my first favorite book when I was fourteen. I turned part of it into a monologue for drama class. And I read it many times and made my friends read it. It is part of who I am and probably a big influence on my writing.
14. A nonfictional book. Here we go again. Wasted by Marya Hornbacher I have read over and over and over again. It's brilliant. I kind of want to make the world read it, but then every time I suggest someone read it, it seems to trigger their eating issues so then I don't want anyone to read it. It didn't actually have that effect on me, despite the fact that reading Skin Game by Caroline Kettlewell (sp?) made me start cutting again like a bitch. Anyway I wanted to really connect with and love Hornbacher's bipolar memoir in the same way but it didn't happen. Another memoir you don't hear much about but ..... okay two actually.... Passing For Normal by Amy Wilensky which is about Tourettes (not the kind you're thinking of probably) and OCD....which if you feel freakish at all about anything is just the book to read!!! changed my outlook in a lot of ways. Also, Just Checking by Emily Colas about OCD I feel I could have written! And of course Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel I'll love forever. It was there when I needed it. Twice.
"We read to know we're not alone..." - C.S. Lewis
15. A fanfic. This one was written for meeeee :) Thank you,
aphrodite_mine!! Drabble: I am a Sailor (Degrassi, Manny/Emma, PG-13)Title: I Am a Sailor
Author: aphrodite_mine
Info: Degrassi, Manny/Emma, during "Venus," Pg-13
Manny's heart is singing all kinds of regret, the kind that flowers up inside of her chest and forces a blush to her skin. It doesn't wash away from her fall in the sink, pretzeled there, then rescued into Emma's arms. Manny needs to find her land legs. She doesn't know where she left them.
Emma is saying Be Quiet, but the song keeps growing and growing and Manny's hands are tangled up in Emma's hair. She won't be shaken free. Like a bad cold or the flu, she clings. Like an illness. That's what she is now, that's what Manny Santos is. Sick.
Her legs wobble and give out on her for a few steps and she thinks of a baby deer, whispering - or she thinks she whispers - Bambi, and Emma smiles despite herself and her finger at her lips shushing, shushing. Manny knows she has a quiet inside of her, but she needs Emma to help find it, call it forth. Because right now, all she can do is sing.
The top unslings under Emma's fingers and the shorts too - too wet for the bed, she's a mess, Emma smiles. Manny can't see Emma's eyes but runs her palms across her breasts, chirping about audiences and a more deserving one.
The bed is softer than she's ever known it to be, lying on top of the double comforter, her back arched, her knees bent. Manny sings a song of love, ignoring Emma's insistence on pajamas. I don't need pajamas when I have you to keep me warm.
Emma frowns, but she's always frowning and Manny just smiles and scoots over a little bit, feeling the universe shake inside of her belly. She's drowning inside of herself, a little, and Emma's lips are the only thing that can save her. This is the only thing that Manny knows.
She's forgotten her name. She's forgotten camera lenses, eyes. Emma whispers be quiet and she finally can, her body washing away to shore.