Don't Even Think About It
March 11th 2014
Secrets. Scandals. ESP. A terrific and sexy new novel about a group of Tribeca teens from Sarah Mlynowski that will immediately appeal to fans of realistic fiction as well as readers who enjoy a little magic.
We weren't always like this. We used to be average New York City high school sophomores. Until our homeroom went for flu shots. We were prepared for some side effects. Maybe a headache. Maybe a sore arm. We definitely didn't expect to get telepathic powers. But suddenly we could hear what everyone was thinking. Our friends. Our parents. Our crushes. Now we all know that Tess is in love with her best friend, Teddy. That Mackenzie cheated on Cooper. That, um, Nurse Carmichael used to be a stripper.
Since we've kept our freakish skill a secret, we can sit next to the class brainiac and ace our tests. We can dump our boyfriends right before they dump us. We know what our friends really think of our jeans, our breath, our new bangs. We always know what's coming. Some of us will thrive. Some of us will crack. None of us will ever be the same.
So stop obsessing about your ex. We're always listening.
I received an email from Netgalley that I’ve been pre-approved to read an ARC of a book. Woo. I’m making my way to the top! Honestly, I don’t really read YA anymore (I barely made it through The Heirsalive) since most of these are set in high school. Don’t Even Think About Itis set in high school and obviously I’m not in high school anymore or anywhere near that age range. So any high school drama will seem just petty and annoying because who gives a bleep about HS once you’re out of it? (I had a great time in HS but you know, when you’re 16, every tiny thing seems like the end of the world. And it doesn’t help I hate annoying teenagers that end up on my bus because they’re annoying as shit.) I even skip 22 on Taylor Swift‘s album because 22 is like baby age to me.
Instead, high school students of class 10B had their flu shot done. It was a contaminated batch because with these flu shots brought the ability for all of them to hear other people’s thoughts. X-Men ability plus high school students? You usually get a pretty good book out of it.
I read it all in one go and I want to say that the voices sound genuine but then I haven’t been a teenager for awhile (oh look another reference to my oldness). I’m glad that someone sent me an email to read this book. I wish someone would rec me books along this line. There’s romance in it but not central to the plot.
Does iPhones always symbolize wealth and elites? I’m always amused when people put iPhones rather than cellphones. I guess ‘droids (as Americans call them) aren’t as sexy.
Tales of a First-Round Nothing: My Life as an NHL Footnote
Terry Ryan was poised to take the hockey world by storm when he was selected eighth overall by the Montreal Canadiens in the 1995 NHL draft, their highest draft pick in a decade. Expected to go on to become a hockey star, Ryan played a total of eight NHL games for the Canadiens, scoring no goals and no assists: not exactly the career he, or anyone else, was expecting.
Though Terry’s NHL career wasn’t long, he experienced a lot and has no shortage of hilarious and fascinating revelations about life in pro hockey on and off the ice. In Tales of a First-Round Nothing, he recounts the time he was dared to drink 24 beers in eight hours, partying with rock stars, and everything in between. Ryan tells it like it is, detailing his rocky relationship with Michel Therrien, head coach of the Canadiens, and explaining what life is like for a man who was unprepared to have his career over so soon.
Sometimes People Deserve Everything They Get. And I Say That in the Best Way Possible.
Terry Ryan, author of Tales of a First-Round Nothing: My Life as an NHL Footnote, was once a highly touted prospect for the Montreal Canadiens. I had requested this book via Netgalley, seeking out the Sports genre because it is something I love (Sports) but rarely read on paper (or in this case, eBook). I’ve never heard of Terry Ryan and I’m glad I had the chance to read about his life.
… if I had been an NHL star I probably couldn’t get away with some of what lies between these covers
And Terry Ryan is right. His book includes all the stories he had from when was 14 moving from East to West (Newfoundland to BC – that is a long trek) and to now where he is 30 and playing in the senior hockey league. In between all these years, he played the role of the joker and cheerleader, rarely having a moment where he is not pranking someone or trying to find ways to gather the troops and rally them into a victory. (Probably someone that I would love to have watching my back but also party with… though probably not often because loud people drains me.)
I find the book a little too gloaty, but I guess that’s the point of an autobiography. When you read the book, you won’t believe some of the stories written nor the people he meets along the way. But as you continue, you realize that these stories are true and you can see how many people Terry have met, touched, and could call friends along his hockey journey. As his NHL career stalled, people from every corner of the world would find ways to help him finding the odd jobs in playing. Not to mention how he always end up with encounters of famous people, getting invited him up to the box seat for a concert by a legend, or strangers letting him crash there for a night or two.
People without a big heart would rarely find these opportunities (or letting the opportunity come to them) — Terry would end up knowing Sam Roberts (of the famed Sam Roberts Band), fighting against Tie Domi, and befriending more than a handful of NHLers who he would still hang out from time to time.
I did find that the book was quite long (I don’t think it helped when the Kindle app on my tablet had a percentage counter along with how long (hours and minutes) left in the book. While it was fun reading Terry’s experience, I got bored by some of it since it seemed to be dragging at times. It also didn’t help that the stories were out of order in most parts and for the life of me I couldn’t recall where in the timeline the story I was reading currently was located.
It is too bad that he never had an integral role in the NHL but it seems like he made up for it by continuing to pursue his passion — playing hockey no matter how big (Montreal) or small (Mount Pearl) the stage is.
Thanks for a good read, Terry.
Some of my Favourite Quotes and Sidenotes
“It’s just that Mike Therrien made [fighting] feel like part of the job. Things he said in the room made the ice feel like a battlefield. I could see what he was doing, but I hate that approach to the game…” (On his coach when he played for the Fredericton Canadiens)
“I wept uncontrollably in the bathroom stall before we hit the ice, hoping nobody would see me, and had the butterflies so bad I puke.” (On playing at the Montreal Forum for the first time)
Am I allow to be nit-picky and say that he forgot to add the number of exhibition games to the other sports when he compared the schedule of hockey versus other North American sports? :)
“A massive portion of dedicated NHL fans will never get to see a single game due to nothing other than money.”
For the past 2 years, I’ve barely touched my camera other than when I bring it along on my holidays. I found it a nuisance to lug it around and don’t have to time to whip out the bloody thing when I have a perfectly good camera with my phone. I hated uploading the pictures onto my laptop and opening up Lightroom to make edits. My laptop is too old to handle all these things and I hate that when the photos looked great on my screen but when I print them out, they are way too dark.
Hence I barely touch my camera. But today my friends and I decided to go for a walk because (apparently) we have nothing better to do. On a cloudy and cold day, we walked around the lake, saw someone feed ducks, then went for ice cream. I took along my 50mm f/1.8 lens because it was light-weight. I want to do the point-and-shoot thing without adjusting the camera lens for focus. Snap snap snap.
I’m still not happy with the visual of the pictures, as in I want the brighter and happier look. I will get there one day! (This better not be because of my laptop’s colours/brightness…) Any tips? :) I pushed up the exposure when I was taking the pictures already and it was a cloudy day.
Did you know that I haven’t posted an instagram picture since last year? ME NEITHER. I came across #100happydays and it inspired me to look at the brighter side of life and be thankful for all the things I have with and around me. To see my feed, you can look at the sidebar or check out #ivyhasa100happydays. Right now I’m only using my iPhone for the pictures, but I hope the next time around, I may dedicate the next go-around with my dSLR that I have been sorely neglecting.
For the past few months, I’ve been under a lot of (unwilling and unwanting) stress which made my body go sideways. It sucked. I tried to look at the positives but negative thoughts crept into my mind. Stupid brain. On top of that, boo family stuff. I’m such a worry-wart.
This is why I wanted to start on this challenge. To remind myself that if I am Positive Paula and not Negative Nancy. Things will fall into place whether you like it or not. It’s good to be prepared, but not to the point where you’re just waiting for bad things to happen. Sigh, I don’t really like to think about the future…
But i am grateful and thankful for all the things I have in my life. My parents. My bf. My (best) friends. All the good food I get to eat. All the great shows I get to enjoy. All the books that makes me to never stop reading.