I have a long list of book favorites. They span pretty much every genre. There's the Jacky Faber books, by L.A. Meyer. There are the Immortal Instrument books, by Cassandra Clare, Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card, The Percy Jackson books by Rick Riordan and the two Hunger Games stories by Suzanne Collins.
Notice, however, what there really isn't that much of.
Realistic fiction. I read a lot of it. In fact, of the author blog's I religiously check, there are probably the most realistic fiction authors (Meg Cabot, Maureen Johnson, Melissa Walker, ect. ect.). However, there aren't too many on my favorites list. I just tend to like fantasy more.
But STUPID MAGGIE is out to change that, apparently.
And she might have done just that (I won't know until about three weeks from now. :P It takes me a while to decide.)
It all comes down to this book.
It. Was. Wonderful.
I wanted to swoon through the book. I wanted to BE the main character at some times, and at other times, was really, really grateful I wasn't. I want a summer house. I want a pair of cute brothers. I want, I want, I want.
(I want my own copy of this book. Ahem. Borders gift certificate, prepare to be used.)
I'm really not sure why I loved this book so much. Yes, it was well written. Yes, it was very cute. Normally, though, I'm so not fond of this kind of story.
*As a note, this is the sequel. However, while I liked the first, I LOVED the sequel.*
This story, however, I adored.
And I want to live in it.
Stupid, stupid Maggie. If only she didn't have good book taste. If only she weren't out to shatter my preconceived notions about books I never would have read. I should hit her with a book.*
But, you know, that might hinder the book trading...
*Kidding. I love her. She is awesome.