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nevinslibrary · 1 year ago
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Comic Book Saturday
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Sophie has been dragged around the world for most of her 15 years on Earth. Eight schools, six countries. And, she finds out why when she finds a letter that she wasn’t supposed to see. Her parents work for the CIA. The graphic memoir delves into her finding out this new info, and how it changes her view on, well, basically everything. It’s about the lies that have to be told, or are told, and about learning how to start over and start over and start over.
It was an interesting graphic novel. I mean, that has to be, yikes, not something that a lot of people learn in their lives. But, while the author was writing about this specific situation, she also did a great job making it accessible to all those who have faced change in their lives. It was a good read.
You may like this book If you Liked: Persepolis 2 by Marjane Satrapi, Spinning by Tillie Walden, or Almost American Girl by Robin Ha
Passport by Sophia Glock
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ghostboneswrites2 · 8 months ago
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Lots of love if you write this, and lots of love if you don’t!
Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?
Note: this is a cute idea! I might write a different version of this one later <3 not sure how I feel about it. This ended up a lot more angst and has a lot more of an argument than I originally intended tbh
Another note: I usually write in past tense but this one has both past and present tense. It’s lightly proofread but I apologize if I missed any errors in past vs present tense!
Summary: Every since he first saw you he’s seemingly had it out for you. All that frustration comes to a head when you have to go rescue him from the side of the road.
18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Daryl bring a Dickson, profanity, TWD typical non graphic violence, guns
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        Daryl stepped into the RV for a gun, shaking his head with annoyance at the sight of your failure. Well, multiple failures. See, you started with a standard Glock, but the recoil spring in that one was too hard to set in place. Then, you switched to the Beretta, where you found your current firing pin spring issue. 
        Daryl stared down at all the bits and pieces sprawled on the table in front of you. 
        “Y’gon’ take every damn gun apart ‘til we ain’t got none when we need ‘em?” He complained. You glared. 
        “Well, excuse me if taking apart guns to clean them wasn’t my hobby of choice before shit hit the fan.” You shot back. 
        That day was the beginning of a long standing feud between the two of you. A feud that was frankly one sided. You never had a problem with the smelly hunter. In fact, you often made meager attempts at impressing him or even going as far as to be friendly. Unfortunately, you were always met with rude snark and bitterness. 
        One time, at the CDC, you had a little too much wine with dinner. You were stumbling through the hall, attempting to find the room you had previously claimed, when you had the misfortune of walking right into Daryl. 
        “Oh! I’m sorry.” You giggled. 
        “Damn it.” He grumbled with an annoyed sigh. “Can’t ya watch where the hell you’re goin’?”
        “I’m sorry, really—“ You tried to apologize again but he had no intentions of hearing it.
        “Don’t drink if ya can’t handle yourself.” He snapped. “Got the dead roamin’ the damn earth and you get shit-faced the first damn chance ya get!”
        In your drunken, emotional state, you sniffled and cried quietly to yourself that night. Why was he always so damn mean? You missed your friends and family so much, and you couldn’t even bare to think about your cat.
        When Sophia got lost everything was worse. You’d offer to help with the search and you’d always hear the same response; “I already got one little kid to look for. I don’t need two.” 
        You also tried to console him when Sophia’s body came staggering out of that barn. 
        “You’re a great tracker, Daryl. We were all just too late.” You’d say. 
        “Ain’t no we! You didn’t do shit but stay back and twiddle your fuckin’ thumbs! Get on somewhere. I don’t need your caudlin’.”
        When the farm fell, he’d always snap at you for lagging behind the group when you were on the move. You couldn’t help it. You were so tired and hungry.  
        “Keep up, damn it. Can’t afford to keep slowin’ down!” 
        When you were all clearing the prison, he wouldn’t even let you shoot. 
        “Jus’ stay back and hit the fence. Distract ‘em. You can’t shoot for shit.” 
        Since then, you reasoned to just avoid him. You’d never met anyone who could make you feel so bad about yourself. You decided to stop asking yourself why he hated you. You weren’t going to try and change it anymore. You were just going to exist the best you could, as far away from him as the prison yard would allow. 
          Which brings us to now. Inventory is your main task at the prison. Some people make it hard. Carl never checks out his weapons, nor does Daryl. But with Carl losing his mom and Daryl being such an ass, you never say anything. You just make notes on the weapons they’re most likely to take without telling you. 
        Beth sometimes grabs formula without letting you know, but taking care of a baby is hard work for a teenage girl to be doing full time. You have no intentions of nagging her. So, as usual, you just check your inventory every day and report to Rick or Hershel, usually the latter. 
        When your inventory is done for the afternoon, you decide to find Carol and help her with laundry. Maggie is on the tower today with Glenn, so she’s all by herself out there scrubbing everyone’s smelly clothes. 
        “Hey. Need some help?” You ask her, pressing your lips into a thin smile. She returns the same expression and nods. 
        “Please? For such a small group we sure go through a lot of clothes.”
        “No problem.” You say as you get down on your knees and begin scrubbing and ringing out a pair of jeans. “Jeez. These really stink.” You mumble. Carol giggles. 
        “Daryl.” She sighs. 
        “Does he ever shower?” 
        “I mean.. never would be a strong word. Rarely, though, that might be the accurate description.” She jokes. You chuckle.
        “Hey, (Y/N)?” Rick asks as he approaches you. You look up from Daryl’s stained jeans. “Could you take a car out to the main road? Daryl’s broken down out there. He can’t carry all those supplies back.” 
        “Me?” You raise your eyebrows, tossing a quick glance to Carol. If anyone is accustomed to your strained relationship with the archer, it’s her. Daryl would often complain about you to her, and she’d just as often give you a reassuring pat on the shoulder when she’d notice his harsh treatment. 
        “Well, yeah, if ya don’t mind.” Rick nods. He is a little more oblivious to how rude Daryl can be toward you, but he isn’t  blind to the visible tension the two of you share. He just assumes it was never that serious. 
        “Um.. Sure.” You shrug. A pit in your stomach is already festering, growing bigger as it feeds on your anxiety. You had been very successful at avoiding Daryl since you’d been at the prison. The only solace you find is in the fact that you had grown more confident since you guys found this place. Being in charge of inventory gave you a much needed sense of control. From there, you realized just how much you really did have control over, and soon enough the scared girl you once were had become a productive young woman. Now, you have to put that confidence to the test, facing the man who kind of stole what little faith in yourself you had to begin with. You vow to yourself that today will be the day you stand your ground to Daryl Dixon.
        You brush off your jeans and accept the keys from Rick before making your way to the vehicle parked near the gates. When you start the engine, Carl drags open one gate, then the other, and you head out. You notice Daryl right away when you make it to the main road. He’s smoking a cigarette, leaned up against the red truck he had taken into town. 
         You can’t help but wonder why he was on a run by himself to begin with. It isn’t like Rick to send anyone off on their own. Then again, knowing Daryl, it’s not that hard to figure out why he might be a solo kind of guy. 
        You pull the car up beside the truck. He glances up at the vehicle but immediately looks back down at the ground when he realizes it’s you. He makes sure to seem indifferent. 
        Instead of letting his lack of a greeting (or gratitude) phase you, you just step out of the driver’s seat and pop the trunk open before approaching the bed of the truck and beginning to transfer all of his loot into the car. When the trunk fills up, you resort to packing the back seat. 
        By the time Daryl finishes his cigarette, he notices there are a few more items still in the truck. He huffs and impatiently grabs the three items, shoving them in the back seat and slamming the door shut, mumbling something about you taking your sweet time. 
        “What was that?” You speak up before sitting back down in the driver’s seat. 
        “Move over. I’m drivin’.”
        “That’s not what you said, first of all. And no. I drove here just fine, I can drive back.” You roll your eyes. 
        “Quit bein’ difficult damn it! I’m tired. Been workin’ all day out there riskin’ my neck.” He snaps. 
        “I’ve been working too.” You shrug, sitting down and starting the engine. 
        “Scribblin’ on a clipboard ain’t nothin’ like what I do.” He argues, still standing by the driver side, waiting for you to give in and let him drive. You won’t, though. You won’t cave in and bow to him like a puppy with its tail between its legs like you used to. He lost the privilege of your kindness — or maybe cowardice — a while ago. 
        “Actually, I woke up and spent two hours on the fence impaling skulls, then I helped Hershel hoe the ground for spring crops before I scrubbed the common area of the cell block on my hands and knees. Then I did inventory, then I washed your smelly ass jeans. So, no, I don’t just scribble on a clip board.” You correct him. “And, while we’re on that subject, you’re supposed to check out your fucking weapons. Would make the scribbling part a lot easier for me.” 
        He clenches his jaw and his fists at your insubordination. 
        “I don’t know when you grew a smart ass mouth but I ain’t got time for it so quit your bitchin’ and move outta my seat.” He demands. 
        “Or you could stop wasting time and just get in the passenger seat.” You roll your eyes. 
        “God, do you ever stop bein’ such a damn burden?!” He shouts. You run your tongue over your teeth and nod. 
        “Burden?” You repeat. 
         “Yeah. A burden.” He drawls. “As in, makin’ shit harder for everyone around you.” 
        “Hmm.” You hum thoughtfully. “Okay.” 
        With that simple response, you shut off the engine, toss the keys on the ground beside him, and stand up. With your knife in your belt for protection, you start walking toward the woods. You realize that he is absolutely unbearable. You won’t subject yourself to even a five minute car ride with him. 
        “Where the hell are you goin’?!” He calls out after you. You ignore him. “C’mon, (Y/N), get in the damn car!” 
        By this point you’re blending into the trees and he’s losing sight of you. He groans and slams the car door shut, snatching the keys off the asphalt before he marches off after you. He swears when he gets his hands on you, he’s dragging you back by your ankles and cramming you in the trunk with the rest of the shit he looted today.
        “(Y/N)!” He shouts. You sigh. 
        “Fuck off! You wanted to drive so bad, be my guest! Whole car to yourself!” You call back. 
        “Quit bein’ so damn—“
        You whip around, eyes blaring with fury. 
        “So what? Burdensome? Annoying? Stupid?” You cut him off, recalling some of the insults he had bestowed upon you in the past. “I’m so fucking sick of you! All I ever did was try to be nice to you! And all you ever gave me in return was cruelty!”
         You’re shaking now. He’s stopped a few feet away from you, silent as you unleash your pent up frustrations on him. 
        “You know,” you begin, not as loud and shrilled as before. “I didn’t even want to come help you. Because I knew it would be like this. I only came because I was asked to. So you wouldn’t have to try to carry shit back to the prison and go through more trouble. I didn’t talk to you, I didn’t try to be friendly or otherwise vexing. Yet, somehow, that wasn’t good enough. If my presence alone makes you so miserable, then I’ll walk.” 
        With that, you turn around and start storming back toward the prison. 
        “(Y/N)—“ He tries to protest but it just triggers another wave of anger. 
        “What?!” You throw your hands up. “What did I ever do to you?! Just leave me alone!” You shout, turning back to him. “Why do you hate me?!” 
        “I don’t hate you!” He fires back. 
        You scoff and cross your arms. “Sure seems like it.” 
        “Well if ya would just listen to me I wouldn’t get so mad!” 
        “I’m not your fucking dog, Dixon! I shouldn’t have to listen to you for you to treat me like a human being.” 
        “Treat you like what?” He scoffs. “All I ever did was try and look out for ya! Ya can’t do anything right! How the hell am I supposed to keep ya safe if ya can’t follow a simple fuckin’ direction?”
        “Look out for me? How? By making me feel like shit about myself? Reminding me every chance you get how much you just can’t fucking stand me? You don’t treat anyone else like that. Nobody.” Your eyes are watering now. The rage is slowly wearing down into what it really is at its core: hurt. He hurt you time and time again and you always tried to make it right, even when you had done nothing wrong. Shit, (Y/N), get it together. Don’t let him see you like this. 
        “Well why the hell are ya so worried ‘bout what I think?” He asks. 
        “I don’t know!” You snap, turning away from him again. You hug yourself and sniffle. “Just leave me alone.” You beg quietly. “Go drive yourself back. I’d rather walk.” 
        He stands there silently, mouth opening and closing like he has words to say but can’t find them in his sea of thoughts. He doesn’t want to make you cry. He doesn’t even know why you piss him off so much. He does know that seeing you there, hugging yourself as your shoulders rise and fall with silent whimpers makes him feel like shit. He steps toward you slowly, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. You flinch at his touch and he retracts his arm. 
        “I don’t hate ya.” He finally speaks. When you don’t respond he realizes he has to continue. “I just don’t want ya gettin’ hurt.”
        “Yeah, right.” You mumble. “All you do is hurt me.”
        He swallows a dry lump. Is that true? 
        “I don’t mean to.” He insists. “I just.. Ya don’t belong in this world. You’re nice. Ya ain’t violent, you’re pret—“ He stops. Your ears perk up. Was he about to call you pretty?
         “What I’m tryin’ to say is… Ever since I first saw ya I knew ya had to be looked after — kept safe. Ya ain’t like most people. I’d feel too bad if ya… If ya got hurt.” He admits softly. You turn your head a little, peeking behind you to try and catch a glimpse of him. 
        His hand finds your shoulder again and this time you don’t shrug him away. You sniffle and wipe your eye clean of tears. 
        “So you’re mean to me to protect me?” You summarize. He realizes how stupid that must sound. 
        “I just get frustrated when I see how vulnerable ya are. Can’t clean a gun and put it back together, can’t aim to save your life, can’t—“
        “Couldn’t.” You correct him. “I couldn’t do those things, but I’ve learned how. You just haven’t been around to see it. Or encourage it.” 
        He nods. “‘M sorry.” He mumbles. “Maybe you could, uh, show me sometime.” 
        “Show you what?” You turn back to him. 
        “Dunno.” He shrugs. It’s a lot harder for him to speak freely when you’re actually looking at him. “What ya can do.”
         “Oh.” You nod. “Maybe you could stop being such an asshole.” You suggest. 
        He smirks a little. 
        “I can try.”
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elshells · 1 year ago
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It Blursday!! 🖤💜
WE’RE TAKING THE SQUADDIES TO EISENGARD!
You don’t have to fill all the roles, and they don’t all have to be from the same WIP, but who’s:
the Ring-bearer, entrusted with carrying the One Ring (bonus: funniest instance they use it to nope right out of reality)
the “Sam”, armed with a frying pan and a wizard of potatoes
Sean Bean, who dies in every movie — falls victim to their own hubris
totally crushing on Arwen and has a really cool sword
AND MY AXE
AND MY GLOCK BOW
Merry and Pippin the “package deal”, very concerned about missing second breakfast
the dude with a sick staff and a concerning amount of explosives, may or may not be an actual wizard
— @outpost51
Happy Blursday!! I want you to know that I've been thinking about this question all day XD
So, the Harmont Heroes go to Eisengard! I love this prompt <3
The Ring-bearer, entrusted with carrying the One Ring (bonus: funniest instance they use it to nope right out of reality):
Max kinda takes after Frodo IMO, and I think the others would deem him the most trustworthy. He would take this duty extremely seriously, keeping the ring off his finger at all times—that is, until combat breaks out. It almost becomes a panic response. Anytime he's in danger—BOOM. Invisible. I think it would also be really funny if he just slipped it on anytime he felt like he was third-wheeling too hard on Harley and Jade. Just sliding out unnoticed and without confrontation.
2. The “Sam”, armed with a frying pan and a wizard of potatoes:
Sophia—which might seem like an odd choice until you remember how devoted she is to the people she loves. She will protect them until her last fighting breath.
3. Sean Bean, who dies in every movie — falls victim to their own hubris:
Bellona, stronger than the rest and too proud for her own good. Ultimately, she's her own undoing, which is ironic, since no one else seems able to take her down.
4. Totally crushing on Arwen and has a really cool sword:
Most likely Harley, since there's not much she wouldn't give for a cool sword (Jade is Arwen).
5. AND MY AXE:
Jet, 100%. Way too eager for action, but at least he's got the spirit!
6. AND MY GLOCK BOW:
Janus. Cool, collected, slightly unhinged, and ready to make it everybody else's problem.
7. Merry and Pippin the “package deal��, very concerned about missing second breakfast:
Ahren and August have BIG Merry and Pippin energy. On their own, they're both loyal and semi-competent, but once you put them in a room together, the brain cells cancel each other out.
8. The dude with a sick staff and a concerning amount of explosives, may or may not be an actual wizard:
Evelyn Cho, Max's mother. That woman may have a secret or two up her sleeve.
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ackb · 2 years ago
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2022 Reading Challenge Report
Creating this spread in my journal has become a highlight of my year. Past efforts are here: 2019, 2020, 2021. Each year I spend a little more time on my mini cover drawings and each year I'm a little happier with how they turned out.
My reading goal for the year was 100 books and I barely made it: 101. I had to really book it to reach my goal (heh, see what I did there)
Some years it's sort of hard to pick my "Best Books", but this year it was relatively easy. Eight books in particular really stood out. I could have just left it at eight, but there were two additional authors that I came across this year that I read several books by and am quite sure I will continue gobbling up their oeuvres as long as I can. (I've never in my life seen that word as a plural—can that be right?) So as a 9th pick, I just named them both: Ashley Herring Blake and Alexis Hall. I read several of Blake's books this year that would have absolutely changed my life if they'd been around when I was a kid/teen and Hall is here because literally everything he writes is fucking hilarious.
The full list with metrics are after the jump:
My top 8 and other stand outs are in bold below
Non-Fiction (23)
Star Child: A Biographical Constellation of Octavia Estelle Butler, Ibi Zoboi
How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America, Kiese Laymon
(gn) The Drawing Lesson, Mark Crilley
The Art of Visual Notetaking: An Interactive Guide to Visual Communication and Sketchnoting, Emily Mills
(gn) Windows on the World, Robert Mailer Anderson, Jon Sack, Zack Anderson
All Boys Aren't Blue, George M. Johnson
Black Widow: A Sad-Funny Journey Through Grief for People Who Normally Avoid Books with Words Like "Journey" in the Title, Leslie Gray Streeter
(gn) WE HEREBY REFUSE: Japanese American Resistance to Wartime Incarceration, Frank Abe, Tamiko Nimura, Matt Sasaki (Illustrator), Ross Ishikawa (Illustrator)
(gn) Wake: The Hidden History of Women-Led Slave Revolts, Rebecca Hall, Hugo Martinez (Illustrator)
(gn) Kid Gloves: Nine Months of Careful Chaos, Lucy Knisley
(gn) Foundations of Chinese Civilization: The Yellow Emperor to the Han Dynasty, Jing Liu
Dopesick: Dealers, Doctors, and the Drug Company that Addicted America, Beth Macy
Unbound: My Story of Liberation and the Birth of the Me Too Movement, Tarana Burke
(gn) Go to Sleep (I Miss You): Cartoons from the Fog of New Parenthood, Lucy Knisley
Notes on Grief, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
(gn) The Black Panther Party: A Graphic Novel History, David F. Walker, Marcus Kwame Anderson (Illustrations)
BLUU Notes: An Anthology of Love, Justice, and Liberation, Takiyah Nur Amin, Mykal Slack, eds.
(gn) Passport, Sophia Glock
Revolution in Our Time: The Black Panther Party's Promise to the People, Kekla Magoon
(pb) Nicky & Vera: A Quiet Hero of the Holocaust and the Children He Rescued, Peter Sís
Refugee High: Coming of Age in America, Elly Fishman
(pb) Afghan Dreams: Young Voices of Afghanistan, Tony O'Brien, Mike Sullivan
(pb) Wishes, Mượn Thị Văn, Victo Ngai (Illustrator)
Fiction (59)
Red at the Bone, Jacqueline Woodson
American Street, Ibi Zoboi
Husband Material, Alexis Hall
Rise to the Sun, Leah Johnson
(gn) The Last Session, vol. 1, Jasmine Walls, Dozerdraws (Illustrations)
The Galaxy, and the Ground Within, Becky Chambers
(gn) The Montague Twins: The Devil's Music, Nathan Page, Drew Shannon (Illustrations)
Record of a Spaceborn Few, Becky Chambers
Something Fabulous, Alexis Hall
Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers
(gn) Fantasmas, Raina Telgemeier
Purple Hibiscus, Chimamanda Ngoni Adichie
The Violence, Delilah S. Dawson
(gn) Coven, Jennifer Dugan, Kit Seaton (Illustrations)
Children of God, Mary Doria Russell (re-read)
Boyfriend Material, Alexis Hall
Skye Falling, Mia McKenzie
Liar & Spy, Rebecca Stead
The Sparrow, Mary Doria Russell (re-read)
A Psalm for the Wild Built, Becky Chambers
(gn) Oddball: Sarah Scribbles #4, Sarah Andersen
Girl Made of Stars, Ashley Herring Blake
Everything, Everything, Nicola Yoon
A Closed and Common Orbit, Becky Chambers
(gn) Slaughter House Five, Ryan North (adaptor), Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Albert Monteys (Illustrations)
Pretend I'm Dead, Jen Beagin
(gn) The Crossover, Kwame Alexander Dawud Anyabwile (Illustrations)
Don't Check Out This Book, Kate Klise, Sarah Klise (Illustrations)
Light From Uncommon Stars, Ryka Aoki
The Mighty Heart of Sunny St. James, Ashley Herring Blake
Hang the Moon, Alexandria Bellefleur
(gn) Alice in Leatherland, Iolanda Zanfardino, Elisa Romboli (Illustrator)
Ivy Aberdeen's Letter to the World, Ashley Herring Blake
Delilah Green Doesn't Care, Ashley Herring Blake
The Care and Feeding of Ravenously Hungry Girls, Anissa Gray
(gn) Across a Field of Starlight, Blue Delliquanti
Ain't Burned All the Bright, Jason Reynolds, Jason Griffin (Illustrator)
Count Your Lucky Stars, Alexandria Bellefleur
I Kissed Shara Wheeler, Casey McQuiston
(gn) The Bride Was a Boy, Chii, Beni Axia Conrad (Translator)
Payback's a Witch, Lana Harper
The School for Good Mothers, Jessamine Chan
(gn) The Sacrifice of Darkness, Roxane Gay, Tracy Lynne Oliver, Rebecca Kirby, James Fenner
Read Between the Lines, Rachel Lacey
The Ex-Girlfriend of My Ex-Girlfriend Is My Girlfriend: Advice on Queer Dating, Love, and Friendship, Maddy Court, Kelsey Wroten (Illustrations)
(gn) A Shadow in RiverClan, Erin Hunter
How to Find a Princess, Alyssa Cole
The Girl in the Well is Me, Karen Rivers
American Spy, Lauren Wilkinson
Stay With Me, Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀
(gn) Be Gay, Do Comics, Matt Bors, ed.
(gn) Cheer Up: Love and Pompoms, Crystal Frasier, Val Wise (Illustrator)
The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet, Becky Chambers
This Winter, Alice Oseman
The Bookish Life of Nina Hill, Abbi Waxman
(gn) Stone Fruit, Lee Lai
Heartstopper, vol. 4, Alice Oseman
(gn) Squad, Maggie Tokuda-Hall, Lisa Sterle (Illustrator)
(gn) Shadow Life, Hiromi Goto, Ann Xu (Illustrations)
Read with the kids and/or for Homeschool planning (19)
Front Desk, Kelly Yang
The Midwife's Apprentice, Karen Cushman
(pb) Blue: A History of the Color as Deep as the Sea and as Wide as the Sky, Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond, Daniel Minter (Illustrator)
The Wednesday Wars, Gary D. Schmidt
(gn) Twelfth Grade Night, Molly Horton Booth, Stephanie Kate Strohm, Jamie Green (Illustrator)
(gn) The History of Western Art in Comics Part One: From Prehistory to the Renaissance, Marion Augustin, Bruno Heitz (Illustrations)
(gn) Magical History Tour #4: The Crusades, Fabrice Erre, Sylvain Savoia (Illustrator)
A Year Down Yonder, Richard Peck (re-read)
A Long Way from Chicago, Richard Peck (re-read)
The Amber Spyglass, Philip Pullman (re-read)
The Night Diary, Veera Hiranandani
The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman (re-read)
(pb) Prisoners of Geography, Children's Ed.: Our World Explained in 12 Simple Maps, Tim Marshall
The Great Brain at the Academy, John D. Fitzgerald
(pb) The 1619 Project: Born on the Water, Nikole Hannah-Jones, Renée Watson, Nikkolas Smith (Illustrator)
(pb) Unspeakable: The Tulsa Race Massacre, Carole Boston Weatherford, Floyd Cooper (Illustrator)
The Whale Rider, Witi Ihimaera
(pb) Mr. Watson's Chickens, Jarrett Dapier, Andrea Tsurumi (Illustrator)
The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman (re-read)
(gn) = graphic novel or graphic novel format (pb) = picture book
I read 101 books this year
Authors of color: 40 Black authors: 28 Cis-women, trans & nonbinary authors: 73 Graphic novels: 34 Queer characters: 47 (34 main characters) Audiobooks: 22 Picture books: 8
Read 25 Books by Black Women Authors: Only read 23
I think next year I won't do the Black Women Authors challenge. I hope I will still read as many or at least a significant number of books by Black women, and I think it's a really great idea. I'm going to resist doing it this year, though, because I noticed a crummy impulse in myself as I was keeping track of the books, like I was "getting credit" for reading books in this category and that feels kinda gross. We'll see how I do without striving for a cookie.
I would like to read more picture books in 2023, and maybe be a little choosier about the graphic novels I read. I really love graphic novels, but I read some clunkers this year. I was also pretty light on nonfiction and I'd like to read a little more this year. In any case, I know it will be another great year of reading! See you next year!
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sophiadraws · 2 years ago
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MY BOOK HAS A TRAILER! Just in time for Passport’s 1st Anniversary. It's been a wonderful year sharing my memoir and my experience with readers, writers, third culture kids, expats, travelers, and everyone who has read and connected with my story. If you want to give my book a birthday gift consider sharing your reading experience and review online if you haven’t already. Honestly it is the greatest gift you can give any author or book, especially debut books, and so if there is a book you have read and loved recently go to Amazon or Goodreads or wherever people talk about books and share. It will make their holidays very bright. And thank you to everyone who has read, rated, reviewed, reached out, and made this book a reality. 
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wexarethewalkingxdead · 2 years ago
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MUN AND MUSE QUESTIONS ♡
List 5 of your muse’s favorite sensations. 
Beth - riding bareback on a running horse, silk on my fingertips, the first time you go swimming in the summer and feel that cool water on your warm skin, the way your heart speeds up when you’re reading a good book and it’s at the good part, and the way your heart skips a beat when you’re about to be kissed or touched.
Carol - the feel of the bow and arrow in my hands, the skipping of my heart whenever Daryl is around and close to me, the feeling I get when I’m riding a horse, the way my heart feels when I’m baking something for someone I care about, and the way I felt when they placed Sophia in my arms when she was born. 
Charley - the way the smell of an old book makes me feel, the feeling of pride I get when a student finally gets something that I’ve been teaching, the way dirt feels between my fingers when I’m working the garden, the tiredness in my body after a long day, and the way I feel whenever I see Sammy. 
Daryl - the feeling I get when it’s about to rain and I can smell it, the second before I take down a deer with my crossbow, the way a book feels in my hands, the rumble of the motorcycle between my thighs, and the way Carol makes me feel whenever she’s near. 
Rick - the way hearing my children’s laughter makes me feel, the way I feel when the woman I love touches me in an innocent manner, the way a fire feels on my skin, the way I feel when I ride a roller coaster, and cool sheets on a hot night.
Shane - the way I feel when I ride a roller coaster, the feel of my Glock in my hand ready to aim and fire, that first burst of flavor from a ballpark hotdog while watching a ballgame, the way my body feels when I’m with a woman, and the feeling I used to get when I ran for a touchdown and was almost unstoppable. 
Sophia - the way I felt the first time Carl kissed me, the way my stomach goes up and down when I ride a carousel, the way my heart skips a beat when lightning flickers, the way I feel when I’m riding a horse, and the way I feel when I learn something new.
Do they have any pet peeves? 
Beth - chewing with one’s mouth full. 
Carol - people who interrupt other people when they are talking.
Charley - using words the wrong way.  
Daryl - know-it-alls.
Rick - repetitive tapping. 
Shane - nosey people. 
Sophia - scraping silverware on a plate.
Their comfort read? (could be a book, magazine, comics, etc) 
Beth - Love Comes Softly by Janette Oke
Carol - Anything by James Patterson. 
Charley - The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. 
Daryl - Anything about Robin Hood. 
Rick - Batman comics. 
Shane - Marvel comics. 
Sophia - the Divergent Series by Veronica Roth. 
If the book they are reading turns out to be shit, do they push through  just for the sake of finishing it, or do they move  on and find something else? 
Beth - moves on.
Carol - moves on. 
Charley - push through. 
Daryl - push through. 
Rick - depends. 
Shane - moves on.
Sophia - push through. 
Their comfort tv show / film 
Beth - Wildfire.
Carol - The Golden Girls. 
Charley - The X-Files.
Daryl - True crime documentaries. 
Rick - Die Hard. 
Shane - Top Gun. 
Sophia - Hannah Montana 
A song that is currently stuck in their head? (or multiple)  
Beth - I Don’t Wanna Grow Up by Tom Waits. 
Carol - Slide by Goo Goo Dolls. 
Charley - Smoke a Little Smoke by Eric Church. 
Daryl - Creep by Radiohead. 
Rick - As Good As I Once Was by Toby Keith.
Shane - Runnin’ with the Devil by Van Halen.
Sophia - White Horse by Taylor Swift. 
The next three questions are for you. Do you have anything special in common with your character. 
Beth - music. 
Carol - family. 
Charley - reading/writing. 
Daryl - keeping people I love safe. 
Rick - being just and prompt. 
Shane - being pragmatic. 
Sophia - being soft.
What brings you the most joy about writing this character, right now?
Beth - She’s got a lot of joy and hope. That makes me happy. 
Carol - I love writing about her because she’s a badass. 
Charley - Their love for Sammy. 
Daryl - Daryl’s growth. 
Rick - Rick’s determination. 
Shane - Shane’s pragmatism. 
Sophia - Sophia being able to see the world through the eyes of being innocent. 
Who would win in a fight, you or them? 
Beth - Me. 
Carol - Carol. 
Charley - Maybe me?
Daryl - Daryl. 
Rick - Rick. 
Shane - Shane. 
Sophia - Me. 
Any advice from your muse? 
Beth - “Always look for the brighter things in life.”
Carol - “Never let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough.” 
Charley - “Never give up on your love of putting pen to paper.”
Daryl - “Remember to see the sunshine through the rain.”
Rick - “Always keep your family close.” 
Shane - “Don’t let anyone take what’s yours.”
Sophia - “If you see someone without a smile, give them yours.”
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fics-of-fancy · 2 years ago
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Nathaniel "Rosewise" Adler
Clan: Umbra Witch
Birthday 10/31/1902
Race: Norwegian/Latinx human
Pronouns: they/them
Sexuality: Pan (Has an boyfriend)
Hight: 5'4
Black hair (sometimes dyes it)
Purple eyes
They have Vitiligo ( mostly on their torso and legs with one spot right above the left eye that is hidden with hair.) One of their few insecurities
Pact Demon: The Fallen beauty, Madama Ultima
Bleeds Red Spider Lilies
Beast within; Fenic Fox
Bird within; Peacock
Swarm within; Butterflies (Peacock Butterfly)
Axolotl within
First guns are the Unforgiven Reforged now named Trip to Oz (North, South, East, West) a glock design. Retains the colors of the originals but with pale green detailing. Four Rose charms (the blooms are the colors of the witches' dresses)
Second guns are called Bringers of love (Eros, Agape, Storge, Ludus) and are dual barreled. Pink with silver and pastel blue accents.
Third guns are called the Golden Girls (Dorothy, Sophia, Rose, Blanche) triple barreled. Rose Gold with black and purple accents
They are from a time line were the Clan wars never happened. Feel free to ask me about them. (I feel that I need to say that they are part of a personal Au that I'm debating working on)
Please let me know if you decide to do something with this like draw or something (I don't know). I will edit this as I get inspired. (I can't draw at all)
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2021ya · 3 years ago
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PASSPORT
by Sophia Glock
(Little, Brown BFYR, 11/02/21)
9780316458986
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An unforgettable graphic memoir by debut talent Sophia Glock reveals her discovery as a teenager that her parents are agents working for the CIA Young Sophia has lived in so many different countries, she can barely keep count. Stationed now with her family in Central America because of her parents' work, Sophia feels displaced as an American living abroad, when she has hardly spent any of her life in America. Everything changes when she reads a letter she was never meant to see and uncovers her parents' secret. They are not who they say they are. They are working for the CIA. As Sophia tries to make sense of this news, and the web of lies surrounding her, she begins to question everything. The impact that this has on Sophia's emerging sense of self and understanding of the world makes for a page-turning exploration of lies and double lives. In the hands of this extraordinary graphic storyteller, this astonishing true story bursts to life.
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kingsbridgelibraryteens · 2 years ago
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Reluctant Reader Wednesday: Passport: A Graphic Memoir by Sophia Glock 
Sophia doesn’t know what home is supposed to feel like. She’s part of an American family living abroad, but she’s spent her childhood moving from school to school and country to country. Whenever she started to make friends, it was time to leave again and start over as the new girl in a new school. 
It’s when the family is living in Central America that Sophia finally learns her parents’ secret, and understanding who they are and why they moved so often changes her perspective on her whole childhood. Once she understands this secret, she questions their lives, her own life, and everything she thought was true.
Give this graphic-format memoir to teens who are interested in true stories, family problems, and secret identities!
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showthisbooksomelove · 3 years ago
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Passport ~ Sophia Glock
Passport ~ Sophia Glock
Rating: 5/5 What’s different about this coming of age graphic novel is that Glock’s childhood was mysterious. Going through the normal changes of puberty is complicated by the fact that she didn’t know what her parents did for work or why they were in different countries in Central America. She moved a lot as a kid, and wasn’t sure why she moved. She didn’t speak Spanish when she was thrown into…
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wordsandpeace2u-blog · 3 years ago
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Sunday Post #49 - 1/16/2022
Sunday Post #49 – 1/16/2022
The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimba @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer. It’s a chance to share news. A post to recap the past week on your blog, showcase books and things we have received. Share news about what is coming up on your blog for the week ahead. See rules here: Sunday Post Meme ***  This post also counts for              #SundayPost #SundaySalon #StackingTheShelves…
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graphicpolicy · 3 years ago
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Review: Passport
Passport explores Sophia Glock's growing up with parents who work for the CIA, but it's not that last part that's the most interesting aspect #Comics #ComicBooks
Sophia Glock discusses growing up in her family where her parents are secretly working for the CIA. Story: Sophia GlockArt: Sophia Glock Get your copy in comic shops! To find a comic shop near you, visit http://www.comicshoplocator.com or call 1-888-comicbook or digitally and online with the links below. Amazon (paperback)Amazon (hardcover)KindleBookshop Little Brown and Company provided…
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alexalblondo · 3 years ago
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SNEAK PEAK 😍😍😍
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librarycomic · 2 years ago
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Passport: A Graphic Memoir by Sophia Glock. Little, Brown and Company, 2021. 9780316458986. Includes and author's note at the end plus a blacked out version of Glock's passport. http://www.powells.com/book/-9780316458986?partnerid=34778&p_bt
This is Sophia Glock's graphic memoir about growing up in various unnamed places, all of which I think are in or near Central America. This vagueness is because her parents were intelligence officers for the U.S. government, and she can't disclose where she grew up or their real names. It's about being a young person in a large family where everyone lived with that vagueness (though her parents do explain things to her when they think she's old enough). Glock lived under a sense of heightened threat, with real security measures, but still as a teen managed to have a secret life partying with friends from school. But her friendships were tenuous. The place where she lived was clearly not home. And she was dealing with her changing relationship with her older sister, who had just left for her first year of college back in the states. Glock saw herself as the awkward one, a person who had trouble getting close to others, which was complicated by language barriers, family relationships, and the fact that she liked girls as well as boys. Her coming-of-age story feels both familiar and unique.
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bookaddict24-7 · 3 years ago
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New Young Adult Releases Coming Out Today! (November 30th, 2021)
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Have I missed any new Young Adult releases? Have you added any of these books to your TBR? Let me know!
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New Standalones/First in a Series:
Killer Content by Kiley Roache
You’ll Be the Death of Me by Karen M. McManus
Passport by Sophia Glock
The Midnight Girls by Alicia Jasinska (Australian Paperback release)
The Aspen Rain by Kayla Maya
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Happy reading!
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dante-heller · 3 years ago
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Sophia gonna roll up on her with a fucking glock
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