Is It Really Tuesday?

Alright, I have no idea if it's Tuesday or not. My internal clock is at a whack from sleeping for something like three days straight.

I'm going to assume it IS Tuesday and write a quicky post about what I'm reading.

There are so many ballads. Achy breaky country songs. Mournful pop songs. Then there’s the rare punk ballad, the ballad of suburbia: louder, faster, angrier . . . till it drowns out the silence.

Kara hasn’t been back to Oak Park since the end of junior year, when a heroin overdose nearly killed her and sirens heralded her exit. Four years later, she returns to face the music. Her life changed forever back in high school: her family disintegrated, she ran around with a whole new crowd of friends, she partied a little too hard, and she fell in love with gorgeous bad boy Adrian, who left her to die that day in Scoville Park. . . .

Amidst the music, the booze, the drugs, and the drama, her friends filled a notebook with heartbreakingly honest confessions of the moments that defined and shattered their young lives. Now, finally, Kara is ready to write her own.

I'm loving it so far. I'm around the part where Christian is insisting Kara go out with him, and I think he is just THE SWEETEST. Plus, this author has my EXACT taste in music and disdain in metal heads. It's seriously a great book and I can't wait ot finish so I can write my review. I started it yesterday and I'm already half finished. I didn't even finish and I'm already reccomending it to all my friends.

Other then that, it's a rather uneventful reading week for me. I got a few ARCs in the mail, but nothing worth talking about.

So, that's it for me. Have a great Tuesday, you little scamps!

---Danielle