T3 :: of Death, sass, and Croak

11.20.14

11.20.14

11.20.14

Gina Damico makes me laugh. She also restores my faith in young adult novels with her novel take on death and the afterlife. (Yes, I did do a pun right there.)

I picked up Croak, the first of her trilogy, on a whim based on the back of the book blurb alone. (Note to self: write a damned good back of the book blurb for your own novel.) And within the first few pages, I was smitten. Now here was a female protag with piss and vinegar that rivals the cockiest of her male counterparts, right down to the physical violence.

“The list of scars my students have sustained at the hand of your daughter grows longer each week. Poor Logan Hochspring’s arm will forever carry an imprint of her dental records!”
“You bit him?” Lex’s father said.
“He called me a wannabe vampire. What was I supposed to do?”
“Oh, I don’t know–maybe not bite him?”

The humor is witty and unexpected.

“She wished, as almost all kids wish at one point or another, that she could turn into a pterodactyl and fly away and never come back.”

And the characters, even the secondary ones, make me want to be best friends with all of them.

“Seriously?” she said with a glance of skepticism. Driggs and this nerdlinger? “You guys are best friends?”
Ferbus looked up briefly to give her a smug look. “We prefer the term heterosexual life mates.”

The best part? It’s not written in first person present tense, as all YA books these days seem to be. It’s good, old-fashioned exceptional third person past tense writing with intelligent and believable characters acting intelligently and believably even in extraordinary situations. I could pepper this entire post with my favorite quotes and still not do the book justice, so you all just need to run out and borrow/buy it right now and read it.

Now if I were half as cool as Lex (whose full name, btw, is Lexington because her mother is a history teacher and named her after a favorite Revolutionary War battle), I’d wear her requisite black hoodie and smirk. I, however, am not as cool and have to comply with the Medieval theme, so I give you my interpretation of being a modern-day medieval grim reaper instead.

I’m digging the detail of the jacket’s puffed sleeves and funnel neck, as well as the lace ups of the boots. And if you look closely, you’ll see a bit of a dashing ruffle in the shirt underneath for extra flair.

It’s a bit swashbuckle (look at them there sleeves!) but I do feel like I can conquer the world in this ensemble, so I’m calling this a win. And I’m leaving you with a final quote because brilliance:

“Should she go on? Or drop it? Maybe this was one of those things that people should keep to themselves, like a hatred of baby pandas or a passion for polka music. Everyone needs a secret or two.”

Now your turn. What book/quote/article inspired your sartorial splendor today? Do click on the blue froggy and tell!

:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – H&M
Jacket – Dress Barn
Pants – H&M
Boots – Charlotte Russe

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13 thoughts on “T3 :: of Death, sass, and Croak

  1. I’m so glad I’m not alone in my secret pterodactyl wishes… This reminds me of dirty job. Is it good enough to be worth three? Are you going to do three?

    • It’s another one of those oldies but goodies that have stood the test of time in my closet. I’m glad I never culled it because it’s so old that it’s become unique and I’d never be able to find something similar.

    • And to think I was contemplating returning/selling these boots because I feared I owned one boot too many. What was I thinking?! You can never own too many boots, even if you do live in SoCal and people look at you funny for sporting knee high leather in the dead of summer. (Well, not really the dead of summer; that was hyperbole. But you know what I mean.)

      And yes, Croak is a must-read. It’s perfect vacay reading – light and fluffy with a solid, satisfying center. Kinda like a Twix bar. ;p

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