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Saturday, April 30, 2011

Things the books see by Cambria Covell

Lanny Brentwood shrugged off her soaking, wet coat as she walked into her university’s campus library. She felt like a drowned rat. Inside the room was dimly lit and the lights were flickering due to the thunderstorm that was going on outside. There weren’t many student’s willing to brave the weather that day in order to go and study so that left Lanny alone with the rows of books and tables that were empty for the most part except for the two others.
“Nothing like being stuck in a boring library on a Saturday,” she said.
She took her seat at one of the many empty desks and pulled out her studying materials. Her exam on Hamlet was tomorrow and she still couldn’t make sense of half of what the Danish prince was ranting about.
“Freaking Shakespeare,” she muttered under her breath as she opened up her worn copy of the play then took out her study guide. About fifteen minutes in to her study session, her phone vibrated alerting her that she had a text.
It was from Matt, her boyfriend of two years. Come out with us.
She sighed. Lanny hadn’t seen him much since finals and if she cancelled on him it would be the third time that week. She glared at her book before texting back that she was studying and would try to see him tomorrow. He texted back a sad face and Lanny just shook her head before returning to her work.
As she attempted to translate the “To be or not to be” monologue into modern English, Lanny felt like her head was going to explode. Worse she’d been staring at the same line for far too long. Her throat was feeling dry so she got up and went down the hall to go and get a drink from the water fountain.
She took a quick sip and then she went back to her studying table. She was surprised to see that she was the only one left. Was it her imagination or were the lights dimmed too? Lanny shook her head and went back to doing her homework. She was going to finish her work eventually and then she’d stop spending all her time in that one building.
She went back to her studying only when she was in the middle of writing something she heard the sound of crashing books, causing her to jump. Curious she went to go and see where the noise had come from. When she found the aisle where the books had fallen she was surprised to see a very familiar face standing there looking incredibly guilty.
Lanny couldn’t help but laugh. “Matt!”
“You’re not going to yell at me for hurting the books are you? Because that would make me feel bad since I came all the way over to see you.”
She shook her head and walked over to give him a kiss. “Thanks. Now the library won’t be so boring after all.”

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

For the rest of his days by Cambria Covell

There’s a ghost that haunts the riverside
But he wasn’t there last night
Don’t worry he doesn’t deserve any sympathy
He did something’s to me and I put him in jail
I found out yesterday that he made bail
He stopped by for a visit, just to say hi
When he left he was dead and his clothes weren’t dry
I took him down to the river and there he’ll stay
Yes there he’ll stay for the rest of his days

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Hundred Acre Wood by Cambria Covell

I’d like to stay in the hundred acre wood
Because there it’s all about laughing, playing, honey and the simple things
But eventually we’ve all got to leave behind the hundred acre wood and the place of Winnie the pooh and childhood days
We’ve got to grow up, see the world, and experience new things
But someday when I’m old and tired I’ll go back to the hundred acre wood
And I’ll get to live in a place where it’s all about honey and the simple things

Monday, April 18, 2011

I just had to say by Cambria Covell

You walked me home like the gentleman you’ve always been
Now we’re standing by the door and I’m wishing for something more than just a kiss on a cheek
You say goodnight to me and turn to leave
Then I just breathe deep and say
Stop and wait please
There’s something I’ve got to confess because it’s been keeping me awake for days and days
I love you, I honestly do
I’ve loved you for longer than I care to say from the playground to our high school days
And I know you’ll tell me we’re just friends
And I know there’s someone else and you’ll go home to her in the end
I just had to say
I love you, I honestly do
I’ve loved you from the playground to our high school days
I just had to say

Sunday, April 17, 2011

I was a teenage fairy

ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a GIRL caught in a grown-up WORLD of SUPERSTARS and SUPERMODELS, a glitz-and-glamour web of SECRETS and LIES.
This is the story of Barbie Marks, who dreams o being the one behind the camera, not some barely flesh-and-blood version of the plastic doll she was named after. It is the story of Griffin Tyler, whose androgynous beauty hides the dark pain within him. And finally, it is the story of mab, a pinkie-sized, magenta-haired, straight-talking fairy who may or may not be real.

First things first. Let me say that I am a HUGE Francesa Lia Block fan as you might have noticed. The quote in underneath my header is by her, my button is a picture from one of her covers, and a few weeks ago I bought Kisses from Hell just because it had a story from her in it. I can't help it. She is amazing. She paints such vivid images with her writing and makes even something like the city of Los Angeles feel like a place of fairy tales. I adore The Weetzie Bat series by her but sadly don't have copies of it. The only book of hers I have a copy of is I was a teenage fairy which is a story of growing up to fast, finding yourself, and the consequences of that. Blocks character Barbie is a girl that despite everything still tries her hardest to enjoy life along with her fiesty sidekick fairy friend Mab and it isn't until her past shows up again that she truly freaks out about it.Only instead of sulking,she takes matters into her own hands. This story is one of those that sticks with you long after you read it. Although I should warn you its definitely for a more mature audience.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Thoughts on an old crush by Cambria Covell

The picture is from the television show One Tree Hill. Back when Lucas and Peyton were on it and I actually liked it.

I should stop
I should think
I should collect my head before I go there
It was just a little thing
It happened such a long time ago
It was nothing really just a little thing
Still the thought of seeing him again makes me feel fifteen
And small
And I start to stammer and blush and slouch
And then I remember I am not that person anymore
I am strong
I am tall
And I might not have it all just yet
But give me time and I’m going to get it
And he shouldn’t affect me anymore
He’s the one that lost
He’s just an old crush
And he’s never going to have it all

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

In my skin by Cambria Covell (excuse the profanity)

Here I am again sitting on the kitchen floor and I can’t seem to pick myself up
Six feet under once more
Not quite yet because I’m still breathing but sometimes it feels like it
You make me feel lower than low
You make me feel like I’m nothing and you tell me I’m a piece of shit
I shouldn’t take it personally
But you’re permanently in my skin and I can’t shake your words off
They’re tattooed into me and stuck in my head like a bad song
I’d like to make you feel lower than low
I’d like to tell you that you were nothing more but a piece of shit
I’d like you to take it personally
And I’d like to rip every part of you from my skin
I’d like to tell you to go visit the devil who we all know is your old friend
and for you stay where he is buried deep down and lower than low
and I’d like to tell you your nothing more than a piece of shit
But I won’t because you’re in my skin

A dog-eared page by Cambria Covell

I am a dog-eared page
Some people don’t like me
Some people do
I am their place holder
I am a pause in the conversation between Elizabeth and Darcy
I stop the kiss between Scarlett and Rhett
I am a reminder to the reader to come back and pick up where they left off again
I can be folded, and unfolded
Some people say a dog-eared page is a sign of misuse
Poor book, poor abused book they say
But I personally think a dog eared page is a sign of a well loved book
A book that has been read time and time again over the ages
I am a dog-eared page

Darkest Mercy

The Summer King is missing; the Dark Court is bleeding; and a stranger walks the streets of Huntsdale, his presence signifying the deaths of powerful fey.

Aislinn tends to the Summer Court, searching for her absent king and yearning for Seth. Torn between his new queen and his old love, Keenan works from afar to strengthen his court against the coming war. Donia longs for fiery passion even as she coolly readies the Winter Court for battle. And Seth, sworn brother of the Dark King and heir to the High Queen, is about to make a mistake that could cost his life.

Love, despair, and betrayal ignite the Faery Courts, and in the final conflict, some will win . . . and some will lose everything.

The thrilling conclusion to Melissa Marr's New York Times bestselling Wicked Lovely series will leave readers breathless.

I absolutely adore the Wicked Lovely series. Typically, fairies are portrayed in a Disneyfied way. I never really could stand that being a huge fan of A Midsummer Nights Dream. So the Wicked Lovely series was a refreshing change, plus it got me into the real folkore about the fae. Plus this blog IS called wittyheroine, meaning I like strong, smart (and of course witty) female leads. This series is chalk full of them. Darkest Mercy is the last book in the series and focuses mostly on Donia but like with Marrs other books she tries to give almost all of her characters a chance to speak. Melissa Marr ends her series beautifully and makes her characters grow. I found myself liking characters I hadn't really before and cheering on couples I never thought would work. Simply put, the book is pure awesomeness.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

If only by Cambria Covell

I felt inspired when looking at this picture. Resulted in the poem below.
In a world of light and shadows
Lovers meet under starlit skies to whisper about dreams, kiss, slow dance and sigh
A girl in a tree watches with envious eyes
All she can do is sigh away the night
And hope that sometime soon she’ll meet a lover underneath starlit skies and have someone to whisper her dreams to, kiss her, dance with, and sigh
Now if only her story started with once upon a time
Her dream might not be so far from reality

Monday, April 11, 2011


Morgan Rowlands never thought she was anything other than a typical sixteen-year-old girl. But when she meets Cal, a captivatingly handsome coven leader, she makes a discover that turns her whole world upside down: she is a witch, descended from an ancient and powerful line. And so is Cal. Their connection is immediate and unbreakable; Cal teases out MorganÕs power, her love, her magick. But Morgan discovers too soon that her powers are strongÑalmost too powerful to control. And she begins to suspect that Cal may be keeping secrets from her . . . secrets that could destroy them both.
When looking for something to read over my spring break, I re-visited a series that I had first found in middle school. It was the book series that introduced me to paranormal romance (not that I knew it was called that then). Anyway upon re-reading the series I fell completely in love with it all over again. Cate Tiernans writing completely immerses you in the story. Despite the magic element, the characters are realistic. They're characters you'd expect to find at a high school but not in a cheesy sort of way. Its the perfect read for fans of Charmed or The Vampire Diaries. Plus they've started to release omnibus editions of the series so you can get three books in one for about eight or seven dollars depending on the store. So if you're looking for a good read check it out.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Kisses from Hell anthology

Summary: This irresistible collection features stories of love and vampires by five of today's hottest authors-Kristen Cast (Tempted), Richelle Mead (Vampire Academy), Alyson Noel (Evermore), Kelley Armstrong (The Summoning), and Francesca Lia Block (Pretty Dead).
From a fugitive vampire forced to trust a boy who might work for the group bent on destroying her to the legendary romance of two immortals whose love compels them to risk everything, this heart-pounding collection brings new meaning to the words "love you forever". Whether you're into romances that are dark and moody or light and fun, these stories will quench that insatiable thirst for enchanting tales of the undead.

Kisses from Hell is an anthology of both fun and dark stories all involving the vampire in some shape or form. While each of the stories have something that stand out about them if you're looking to truly get scared perhaps the creepiest of the stories is Lilith by Francesa Lia Block. It will leave you thinking about it long after you finish reading it. Another one I was presently surprised by was Alyson Noel's Bring Me to Life. Having read Evermore, I was expecting something similiar. What Noel creates is a fun but at the same time creepy short story that embraces all things Gothic lit. Being a huge Bronte fan, I completely loved it. All in all if your looking for some new, fun vampire stories to read this is definitely something to check out.

Friday, April 8, 2011


So I've been writing a lot. In this one story in particular, I was pretty sure I had everything plotted out. Then suddenly this new idea came and I realized it was the one I needed to make everything fall into place. Its happened with characters too. Characters have started up one way and then ended up completely different from how I imagine them to be. Its one of the many things I love about writing. So tell me do you like when your story takes you completely by surprise or does it frustrate you?

Thursday, April 7, 2011

We've all been on one by Cambria Covell

City lights flashing by while driving
Music blaring and loud off-key singing
Fast food bags on the floor but no one cares
Bobbing your head to the music laughing at passerbyers stares
Talking nonsense to stay awake during late night driving
One more hour stuck in traffic
Round the bend
Get out to stretch
Run inside, turn on the lights
Home sweet home
A long, fun drive

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

My old friend by Cambria Covell

He comes to me when I least want him
He's the taunting voice inside my head
Sometimes he makes me want to give in
I want to agree when he tells me
You're not good enough
You're a failure, a miserable failure
I tell him to go to hell
Then at midnight he comes around again
like a fungus that keeps on spreading
and just won't die
He's cruel, bitter, and leaves a bad taste in my mouth
I love him
I hate him
He pushes me around until I am black and blue
They say I should forget him
I tell them I know
But something inside me needs him
and besides, there is no getting rid of my old friend Doubt
Belongs to Cambria Covell.