Thanks to the Daily Prompt: Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

As she walked with her scalding chai latte in hand, Angelica thought about times past. Her fondest memories of him were always accompanied by the fall season. He was always in his best moods then.

As soon as the temperature would drop, he would wrap her up in scarves and jackets, take her hand and lead her to the park. There, he’d find the biggest pile of leaves possible, and through one trick or another, he’d push her in. She would yell and yell at him. Though, eventually, she would start laughing and smiling. At that point he would kiss her sweetly, laying in a pile of fallen leaves.

Angelica smiled, reminiscing on the sweet memory of their happier days. They had been easier than, he wasn’t as sick, or as cynical about his life and existence.

Her feet walked the familiar path, and carried Angelica where she needed to go without her even noticing. Taking a sip of her chai latte, she opened the gates with her other hand. The metal creaked loudly as she entered. She found his spot quickly, having been there before.

Slowly, and quietly, she reached into her bag and pulled out a wreath made of fall leaves in all different colors.

Gingerly, she laid it on his grave.


Matters of Taste

The Daily Prompt When was the last time a movie, a book, or a television show left you cold despite all your friends (and/or all the critics) raving about it? What was it that made you go against the critical consensus?

There is one book—that I read not too long ago—that completely disappointed me. I had heard from a multitude of people (from my own friends and online) that this book will make me cry; it’ll make me fall in love with the main character; that it would leave a gaping hole inside me where my heart should be. It left all of my friends drying their eyes on their sleeves while reading it. Unfortunately, that did not happen for me.

Now, I’m very hesitant about revealing the title of this book because it has such a huge fan base (they may just hunt me down because of what I will say). The author is a great and very intelligent man. But the book just wasn’t up to par for me.

And that book is…

The Fault In Our Stars by John Green.

Before you people start going ballistic, let me explain myself. The book was a good read—even a great read. The day I started reading it I actually went to see the author and the stars of the movie give a talk. I was looking forward to the heart-wrenching experiences this book was to give me. I even finished it that same day. I could not stop reading it. 

Maybe it was all the pre-teens squealing every time the movie’s sex scene played during the trailer (which was shown every 10 minutes) or maybe because it was so hyped up, but the book just didn’t do it for me.

The plot line was good and the story would have been heart-wrenching, if it hadn’t been for all the hype. The characters were well-written and developed. I did fall in love with Augustus Waters (come on, who wouldn’t?!). I think the problem came when I really looked at the writing style of the story. It was written with an audience of young adults in mind. And you can totally tell. It could just be the fact that I switched from teen books to adult fiction in eighth grade, though. The style of writing  changes between an audience of teens and an audience of adults. I guess I prefer adult fiction. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

Maybe I’ll try some of John Green’s other books. I hear they’re just as gut-wrenchingly great.