#taci = hush

[cocrante]

Giggling at the idea of Will learning Italian and in his adventures at Piazza San Marco listening to couples on the benches starts picking up new pet names.

Out of nowhere, he begins calling Nico "patato" catching him off guard as he turns with a questioning look "Where did that come from?" but he was unable to hold back a smile. Will shrugs "Secret, amo"

"Will, please stop" he starts laughing, being embraced by his boyfriend "Make me, tesoro"

"Taci" he replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around Will neck, their lips meeting in a lovely kiss

[ammapreker]

• • •   content warnings for death, murder (stabbing), hazing, stalking, brief mention of an eating disorder (in the emily’s description)

[ cheer request ]

• • •   inspired by dare me

b a c k s t o r y ,

• • •   when the new cheer coach (the colette) arrives freshly accused of murder on the local podcast, this team of collegiate athletes finds that they all have something to prove — to themselves and to their new coach who seems intent on burning down the structure that they’ve known for years. the beth had been top girl since her admission onto the squad, power radiating from her the moment she’d stepped onto the mat. along with her trusted lieutenants, she ruled on high, targeting the weakest links and newcomers with hazing rituals long held dear. under her tyranny, all seemed well — until the colette knocked her off her pedestal and put her half-sister, the tacy, on top. • • •   in the aftermath, the beth grew obsessive, insisting to the eight top members of the squad that they all take up housing in seven devils — where many of the girls have families in the town right beside hastings college — to better spy on their new tyrant, the supposed murderer. • • •   four months later, the beth is found mysteriously killed. • • •   after their last game of the season, the girls headed to the lake to celebrate, suppressing the growing tensions between them all. hours into the event and the beth gathered them round, her yells echoing and prying everyone from their spots to her side. she threatened them, telling them that she planned to leak it all — photos and videos of their hazing, the truth behind all the lies. loyalty is earned, she told them, and all you bitches are unworthy. some amongst them took this to mean that their devotion to the colette had led her to this decision; others, having stolen moments with the beth earlier in the night, knew better. • • •   the rampage that follows leaves violence slipping through their fingertips. it’s addictive, almost a relief for the wrath and terror to unravel in the face of their friend, their tormentor, their queen. palms push against flesh as nails summon blood to the surface. the scarlet decimates whatever sense they’ve retained and releases the inner demons crawling inside of them. this moment becomes something they’re incapable of stopping. • • •   there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls. • • •   a knife they’d been using to pop open bottles winds up in the emily’s hands and she shoves it into the beth. after a moment of stunned silence, the beth runs off into the woods. the addy and the riri follow and find her leaning against a tree trunk. noting the shallow breaths from the body, the addy tells the riri to go and clean up the scene and says she’ll do the same here. the riri obeys; the addy stays and watches the beth slowly die. afterwards, they call the colette — if anyone knows how to clean up a crime scene, it’s coach.

r e q u i r e m e n t s ,

as far as requirements go, all the girls should be enrolled in hastings college (in the town of elmwood right next door to seven devils) and be part of the cheerleading squad. the age ranges are fairly set in stone, just because i feel that they make the most sense with the hierarchy. face claims are completely open, though i would prefer that the faces portraying the addy and the riri be women of color. cheerleaders outside of this are also more than welcome, but they will have absolutely no knowledge of the events behind the beth’s death. if you have any additional questions, please feel free to reply or dm me @ megan#1831! all the roles are under the cut because this got too long Oops. 

p l a y e r s ,

sophia carlisle & 26 & the colette & simay barlas & written by adele the new cheer coach who arrived at the beginning of the fall semester, just after she’d been accused of committing a murder on a popular local podcast. found all the girls except the beth mirroring her (and enjoyed it) and took a special interest in the addy. was called after the murder and helped the girls clean up the crime scene. julia riley & 22 & the beth & deceased the former top girl of the hastings cheer squad, the beth could bring her girls together as easily as she could tear them apart. she was in love with the addy and her antagonism with the coach stems from the colette taking away the parts of herself she valued most: her position and her lieutenant. her destructive behavior in the aftermath of losing control can be explained by one simple fact: she never suffers alone. perhaps she is now. first last & 21-22 & the addy & face claim & open the lieutenant, supposedly loyal to the beth but secretly wanted to be on top; the two had a codependent relationship that turned dark whenever the addy’s gaze fell elsewhere. obsessed with the colette, which ignited an argument between her and the beth earlier in the night. keeping the fact that the beth was still alive a secret, but suspects the riri might know. first last & 21-22 & the riri & face claim & reserved for che the third who knows infinitely more than she lets on. replaced the addy as the beth’s party friend whenever she and the beth were on the outs. became the addy’s lieutenant in the aftermath. superstitious, believes the beth’s ghost might be haunting them. amity bell & 21 & the emily & lily-rose depp & written by megan the fourth lieutenant. developed an eating disorder after the colette became coach after the beth’s vocal comments at practice. a “fixer” who was delirious when she pushed the knife into the beth’s stomach. spent the night muttering “i fixed it” under her breath. fractured in the aftermath. first last & 18-21 & the tacy & face claim & reserved for aria the beth’s half-sister who the colette put as top girl to dethrone the beth. hated her sister and made the whole team aware of it. lost her spot as top girl after an injury that the beth encouraged. first last & age & the mindy & face claim & reserved for katie codependent with the cori. one of the killer bases on the squad. the supposed voice of reason. spends her days rationalizing what happened to the rest of the squad so that no one wigs out and spills. spends her nights too terrified to sleep. first last & age & the cori & face claim & reserved for devon codependent with the mindy. one of the killer bases on the squad. the quieter of the two, and far more wrathful. speaks a little too loudly about how the beth “deserved what she got” for anyone’s comfort. first last & age & original (1) & face claim & open original (1) stalked the beth since orientation. joined the team to get closer to the beth and was always jealous of her relationship with the addy. the beth discovered the truth about her just before the beth announced that all their secrets would be revealed. put the knife in the emily’s hand. talia bloom & 19 & original (2) & kristine froseth & written by dani the beth and the addy used to torment original (2) relentlessly. original (2) orchestrated the worst of the hazing, including an incident where a swim in the lake in midwinter resulted in one of the girls getting hypothermia. her family money hushed it up, but the video on the beth’s phone would have started it all up again. started the violence against the beth.

[interretialia]

Nova Iuncta Verba Latina / New Latin Compounds

tacipecunia -ae f. “hush money”   [tacere “to hush” + pecunia ��money”]   [tace- + pecunia-] stems   [taci- + pecunia-] e becomes Connecting Vowel i   [tacipecunia-] new stem   [tacipecunia] nominative singular

(Fons Imaginis.)

[perspectivepodcast]

[Transcript] Side B: Rain

It was raining when I thought I had understood. It was raining on that spring night, when I danced on the roof to ‘La valse à mille temps’ by Jacques Brel in my socks. It was raining on that night I was wearing make-up, when he gave me a lift on his bike, and he told me he’d never believe I’d take out an umbrella instead of just letting myself be soaked.

Maybe it’s because I was born in winter. Or because I am made of earth and sky. Maybe it’s because I have longed more than anything for the rain to teach me how to let go. But I believe I’ve known rain since before I could know anything.

Because that is what rain does: to exist, it lets go. Albeit in uncountable different ways. When I was living in the monster city, or in the silent royal city, it didn’t rain in the same way it did in the foggy jewel city. I used to say: ‘This is not my rain, falling now. My rain falls differently, this rain is not letting go of anything: my rain, to exist, lets go.’

Is rain woman or man? It’s been both and neither and at the same time. It’s been a flow and a drizzle; it can shut everything down in exhaustion, or break down, free, and release; it can fall like remembering, or fall like forgetting.

It has been a long standing belief of the people living in the valleys surrounding the Mediterranean Sea that you can recognize where the different kinds of rain come from, distinguishing those that just freed themselves of salt water from those that the Mediterranean sun has wrung from parched lands.

Rain rhymes with pain, and I believe that’s the main reason why it’s been featured substantially in song lyrics since song had lyrics. And yet, sometimes I am moved by what writers have come up with when they talk about rain. Axl Rose gets me every time when he sings that: ‘She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain’. Did he know that Gustave Flaubert wrote of Madame Bovary: ‘Et elle était ravissante à voir, avec son regard où tremblait une larme, comme l'eau d'un orage dans un calice bleu.’ (‘And she was ravishing to look at, with those eyes in which a tear still trembled, like the water from a storm cupped in a blue flower.’)?

It was raining on that spring day when I was biking back home completely drenched, and a man biking in front of me was whistling ‘Under the Sea’ and I knew that nothing, not even the rain, could drown us if we didn’t let it. It was raining that time when I came out of the subway and stood confounded, dumbfounded in the middle of the street, wanting only to vanish into nothingness, until I was completely soaked, and an old man came near me and offered me to share un petit coin de parapluie, un petit coin de paradis. I cut my hair short that day, the rain had them dripping wet.

I don't know what it is about rain that makes it so easy for humanness to flow from human to human like a gift from somewhere not human at all, or maybe from somewhere more human than anything.

There’s a song by The Swell Season called ‘The Rain’. It goes: ‘I know, I'm not what I promised you I would become. I know, we're not what I promised you we'd be by now. Had enough, had enough. Feeling bought? Swallowed up? We got hours on you now. Still on top? Still crawling up? We got hours on you now.’ The song is structured as a crescendo and I love how it recreates the feeling of wanting to let go as much as rain does when it falls over us: the ‘I don’t care’ it drowns us with every time it floods our schedules, our moods. It just needs to let go of itself, it doesn’t care if somebody’s plans were ruined, if somebody’s make-up was smudged. But that’s what I love about rain: it gives us permission not to care for plans or smudged make-up any more than it does. It was raining all the times I didn’t care about nothing but being alive.

My favorite love song is ‘Sweet Thing’, by Van Morrison. Because it says exactly that: that you shouldn’t care for anything else but being alive. ‘And I will not remember that I even felt the pain. Just to dig it all and not to wonder, that's just fine. And I'll be satisfied not to read in between the lines. And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain, and I will never, ever, ever, ever grow so old again.’

It was raining that time I made new friends under a porch as the Japanese band on the stage kept playing despite the fact they were completely soaked. It was raining that time I wanted to slip away like the raindrops on the car window. It was raining when time meant nothing. It was raining when time meant everything.

When I first read the poem ‘La pioggia nel pineto’ by Gabriele D’Annunzio, I wanted to tattoo it in full on my back.

Sometimes, you lose so many of your dreams that you forget how to dream new dreams. You feel overwhelmed by such an arrogant, deaf loneliness that nothing, not even the sun, or the rain, not even a memory or a word from heaven can give your life a meaning.

‘Taci. Su le soglie / del bosco non odo / parole che dici / umane; ma odo / parole più nuove / che parlano gocciole e foglie / lontane.’

Sometimes, the smell of rain can stun you more than that of a freshly bloomed lily. Sometimes, the rain waits for you to leave before weeping over the world. Sometimes, you wait for it to rain just so that you can have someone to weep with you. Sometimes, as Bryan Adams would say, the sun shines through the rain and for a moment the whole world could change, suddenly free is all you got to be.

‘Hush. On the edge / Of the woods I do not hear / Words which you call / Human; but I hear / Words which are newer / Spoken by droplets and leaves / Far away.’

Sometimes, it rains as if it wept, as if a hand touched all the chords of the piano. There’s something in this kind of rain that sounds as if it were saying: ‘Stop, it’s enough, all of you just stop now and let me come through, let me see through you. Just stop there and shut up, shut up and listen to me.’ There is such a sparkling, violent innocence in this kind of rain that my wrists tremble. It’s frightening, slamming itself down with such brutal solemnity. There is much to wash away, to rub away. When it rains like this there is nothing but guilt.

Sometimes, I believe there are things that can only be said when it rains. Sometimes, I believe that the best words you can ever speak are the ones that sound like rain. ‘Ascolta. Piove / dalle nuvole sparse. / Piove su le tamerici / salmastre ed arse, / piove su i pini / scagliosi ed irti, / piove su i mirti / divini, / su le ginestre fulgenti / di fiori accolti, / su i ginepri folti / di coccole aulenti’.

Sometimes, when it rains you need to open the windows and turn off the music to listen to the world listening. The birds’ tweets are muffled, people walking by talk softly as they try not to fall in the puddles, the cars slow down. There’s only the sound of rain, smearing everything into something more unreal, faintly. It’s a good rain when it rains like this. The kind of rain that drenches you from head to toe, falling in big drops almost caressing your skin as they drip down, feeding the earth and cleaning the air, putting everything into perspective. Teaching us that waiting can still be an occupation.

Sometimes, I wonder how free we’d be, how magical and luxuriant, how honest and unrestrained we’d be, if we let ourselves live like rain. Will we ever have the courage to live like that? To live and not care for anything else that isn’t living?

‘Listen. Rain falls / From the scattered clouds. / Rain falls on the tamarisks / Briny and parched. / Rain falls on the pine trees / Scaly and bristling, / Rain falls on the myrtles- / Divine, / On the broom-shrubs gleaming / With clustered flowers, / On the junipers thick / With fragrant berries’.

Sometimes, raindrops sparkle like tears, like pearls slipping out inadvertently. Sometimes, it rains with heartbreaking anger, with despair, with lust. Sometimes, it rains and you feel the world is going to end. Sometimes, it rains and you feel the world is going to begin.

I never believed in hiding from the rain. You can hide from the cold, from the wind. But when it rained, I just always felt I wanted to melt into it, become rain: forget, or remember.

Sometimes, it rains like kisses on your hands. Sometimes, only the rain knows how to find us.

‘[P]iove su i nostri vólti / silvani, / piove su le nostre mani / ignude, / su i nostri vestimenti / leggieri, / su i freschi pensieri / che l’anima schiude / novella, / su la favola bella / che ieri / t’illuse, che oggi m’illude’.

It was raining when Holly stepped out of the cab to go and find the cat. It was raining when Roy Batty compared his life to tears in the rain. It was raining when Elio’s dad gave him the best advice any human could give to another human: ‘We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should, that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty, and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!’

Aleksandr Blok once wrote: ‘It’s raining today, all the trees are happy.’

‘Rain falls on our faces- / Sylvan, / Rain falls on our hands- / Naked, / On our clothes- / Light, / On the fresh thoughts / That our soul discloses- / Renewed, / On the lovely fable / That yesterday / Beguiled you, that beguiles me today’.

It was raining when Miss Pettigrew said to Delysia that she was not an expert of love, but an expert in the lack of it. It was raining when Mulan cut her hair. It was raining when Totoro appeared at the bus stop.

I believe Shostakovich wrote the second movement of his Piano Concerto No. 2 in F major, Op. 102, thinking about what rain would sound like if it could speak.

There’s a poem by Michael Krüger entitled ‘Just before the Storm’. ‘Even rocks start moving / looking for a shore. […] All that is still visible remembers / all the invisible that always, for eternity / remains invisible, when the storm / erupts.’

It was raining that time I spent three days writing him the most impossible and beautiful letter I ever wrote. It was raining all the times I can’t remember. It was raining when it seemed I could die without struggle. It was raining when I splashed in the puddles. It was raining when it seemed that life, in the end, could be endured.

[howtothedraw]

Cross Out the books you read

Harry Potter (series), by J.K. Rowling The Hunger Games (series), by Suzanne Collins To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger The Lord of the Rings (series), by J.R.R. Tolkien Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury Looking for Alaska, by John Green The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak The Giver (series), by Lois Lowry The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (series), by Douglas Adams The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton Anne of Green Gables (series), by Lucy Maud Montgomery His Dark Materials (series), by Philip Pullman The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky The Princess Bride, by William Goldman Lord of the Flies, by William Golding Divergent (series), by Veronica Roth Paper Towns, by John Green The Mortal Instruments (series), by Cassandra Clare An Abundance of Katherines, by John Green Flowers for Algernon, by Daniel Keyes Thirteen Reasons Why, by Jay Asher The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark addon Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson Twilight (series), by Stephenie Meyer Uglies (series), by Scott Westerfeld The Infernal Devices (series), by Cassandra Clare Tuck Everlasting, by Natalie Babbitt The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, by Sherman Alexie The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (series), by Anne Brashares The Call of the Wild, by Jack London Will Grayson, Will Grayson, by John Green, David Levithan Go Ask Alice, by Anonymous Howl’s Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli A Separate Peace, by John Knowles Vampire Academy (series), by Richelle Mead Abhorsen Trilogy / Old Kingdom Trilogy (series), by Garth Nix Dune, by Frank Herbert Discworld / Tiffany Aching (series), by Terry Pratchett My Sister’s Keeper, by Jodi Picoult The Dark is Rising (series), by Susan Cooper Graceling (series), Kristin Cashore Forever…, by Judy Blume Earthsea (series), by Ursula K. Le Guin Inheritance Cycle (series), by Christopher Paolini The Princess Diaries (series), by Meg Cabot The Song of the Lioness (series), by Tamora Pierce Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson Delirium (series), by Lauren Oliver Anna and the French Kiss, by Stephanie Perkins Hush, Hush Saga (series), by Becca Fitzpatrick 13 Little Blue Envelopes, by Maureen Johnson It’s Kind of a Funny Story, by Ned Vizzini The Gemma Doyle Trilogy (series), by Libba Bray Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs The House on Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros Something Wicked This Way Comes, by Ray Bradbury The Chocolate War, by Robert Cormier Just Listen, by Sarah Dessen Ring of Endless Light, by Madeleine L'Engle The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen The Bartimaeus Trilogy (series), by Jonathan Stroud Bloodlines (series), by Richelle Mead Fallen (series), by Lauren Kate House of Night (series), by P.C. Cast, Kristin Cast I Capture the Castle, by Dodie Smith Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlsit, by Rachel Cohn, David Levithan Before I Fall, by Lauren Oliver Unwind, by Neal Shusterman The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle The Maze Runner Trilogy (series), by James Dashner If I Stay, by Gayle Forman The Blue Sword, by Robin McKinley Crank (series), by Ellen Hopkins Matched (series), by Allie Condie Gallagher Girls (series), by Ally Carter The Goose Girl, by Shannon Hale Daughter of the Lioness / Tricksters (series), by Tamora Pierce I Am the Messenger, by Markus Zusak The Immortals (series), by Tamora Pierce The Enchanted Forest Chronicles (series), by Patricia C. rede Chaos Walking (series), by Patrick Ness Circle of Magic (series), by Tamora Pierce Daughter of Smoke & Bone, by Laini Taylor Feed, by M.T. Anderson Weetzie Bat (series), by Francesca Lia Block Along for the Ride, by Sarah Dessen Confessions of Georgia Nicolson (series), by Louise Rennison Leviathan (series), by Scott Westerfeld The House of the Scorpion, by Scott Westerfeld The Chronicles of Chrestomanci (series), by Diana Wynne Jones The Lullaby, by Sarah Dessen Gone (series), by Michael Grant The Shiver Trilogy (series), by Maggie Stiefvater The Hero and the Crown, by Robin McKinley Wintergirls, by Laurie Halse Anderson Betsy-Tacy Books (series), by Maud Hart Lovelace

[2kasmom]

Cross Off The Books You've Read

This is my personal list of what I have read taken from:

list from npr’s best young adult books

inspiration from ronahld​

(For the record NPR is NOT a good source of what is best.) Just sayin.

If you want a good source for book lists - May I recommend Epic Reads?

Can be found at @epicreads.  FYI

Harry Potter (series), by J.K. Rowling The Hunger Games (series), by Suzanne Collins To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger The Lord of the Rings (series), by J.R.R. Tolkien Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury Looking for Alaska, by John Green The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak The Giver (series), by Lois Lowry The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (series), by Douglas Adams The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton Anne of Green Gables (series), by Lucy Maud Montgomery His Dark Materials (series), by Philip Pullman The Perks of Being a Wallflower, by Stephen Chbosky The Princess Bride, by William Goldman Lord of the Flies, by William Golding Divergent (series), by Veronica Roth Paper Towns, by John Green The Mortal Instruments (series), by Cassandra Clare An Abundance of Katherines, by John Green Flowers for Algernon, by Daniel Keyes Thirteen Reasons Why, by Jay Asher The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, by Mark Haddon Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson Twilight (series), by Stephenie Meyer Uglies (series), by Scott Westerfeld The Infernal Devices (series), by Cassandra Clare Tuck Everlasting, by Natalie Babbitt The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, by Sherman Alexie The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (series), by Anne Brashares The Call of the Wild, by Jack London Will Grayson, Will Grayson, by John Green, David Levithan Go Ask Alice, by Anonymous Howl’s Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli A Separate Peace, by John Knowles Vampire Academy (series), by Richelle Mead Abhorsen Trilogy / Old Kingdom Trilogy (series), by Garth Nix Dune, by Frank Herbert Discworld / Tiffany Aching (series), by Terry Pratchett My Sister’s Keeper, by Jodi Picoult The Dark is Rising (series), by Susan Cooper Graceling (series), Kristin Cashore Forever…, by Judy Blume Earthsea (series), by Ursula K. Le Guin Inheritance Cycle (series), by Christopher Paolini The Princess Diaries (series), by Meg Cabot The Song of the Lioness (series), by Tamora Pierce Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson Delirium (series), by Lauren Oliver Anna and the French Kiss, by Stephanie Perkins Hush, Hush Saga (series), by Becca Fitzpatrick 13 Little Blue Envelopes, by Maureen Johnson It’s Kind of a Funny Story, by Ned Vizzini The Gemma Doyle Trilogy (series), by Libba Bray Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs The House on Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros Something Wicked This Way Comes, by Ray Bradbury The Chocolate War, by Robert Cormier Just Listen, by Sarah Dessen Ring of Endless Light, by Madeleine L’Engle The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen The Bartimaeus Trilogy (series), by Jonathan Stroud Bloodlines (series), by Richelle Mead Fallen (series), by Lauren Kate House of Night (series), by P.C. Cast, Kristin Cast I Capture the Castle, by Dodie Smith Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlsit, by Rachel Cohn, David Levithan Before I Fall, by Lauren Oliver Unwind, by Neal Shusterman The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle The Maze Runner Trilogy (series), by James Dashner If I Stay, by Gayle Forman The Blue Sword, by Robin McKinley Crank (series), by Ellen Hopkins Matched (series), by Allie Condie Gallagher Girls (series), by Ally Carter The Goose Girl, by Shannon Hale Daughter of the Lioness / Tricksters (series), by Tamora Pierce I Am the Messenger, by Markus Zusak The Immortals (series), by Tamora Pierce The Enchanted Forest Chronicles (series), by Patricia C. rede Chaos Walking (series), by Patrick Ness Circle of Magic (series), by Tamora Pierce Daughter of Smoke & Bone, by Laini Taylor Feed, by M.T. Anderson Weetzie Bat (series), by Francesca Lia Block Along for the Ride, by Sarah Dessen Confessions of Georgia Nicolson (series), by Louise Rennison Leviathan (series), by Scott Westerfeld The House of the Scorpion, by Scott Westerfeld The Chronicles of Chrestomanci (series), by Diana Wynne Jones The Lullaby, by Sarah Dessen Gone (series), by Michael Grant The Shiver Trilogy (series), by Maggie Stiefvater The Hero and the Crown, by Robin McKinley Wintergirls, by Laurie Halse Anderson Betsy-Tacy Books (series), by Maud Hart Lovelace

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triwizarded

Just wondering .... where are the rest of the really great books? (And no offense, but some of these are ich)