Summer is upon us, although the word alone is a forgotten thing to us Britons. But Summer means books. Lots of them. And no school. And higher ice-cream consumption. Result.
Hello, guys. I'm moomin98 and I've been doing my work experience with movellas for the past week- I've had a lovely time at the office and I would like to finish with a little blog. I'll evaluate the importance of stories in our lives this Summer and my top ten holiday reads, whether you're staying at home or not.
There are stories in all of us.
At least, that's what I'd like to think.
Some people go to their graves with their stories tightly clutched to their chests, wrapped around their gnarled hands like regret. Other people let their stories go; they donate them to the world like little morsels of wonder and hope. They end up in places like Waterstones or duty-free or the boxes in your Granny's attic and maybe, after a while, they fade away into time. But our favourite stories; well. I don't think that they ever truly disappear. There's always a little fragment of them in the crevices of our memories or in the shoeboxes and cubby-houses of our childhood. A good story does not simply leave us. It becomes a part of us.
They've been around a long time, stories. Almost as old as human nature itself and just as important. Like all things, they were conceived and brought into life by thought, then recyled by generations of clumsy spoken word. I'm often taken aback by the fact that, whilst the library at the end of my road harbors a copious array of volumes and hardbacks and paperbacks and magazines and plays and DVDs and graphic novels and encyclopedias, 3 books in Dante's times would have cost the same as a small house. They've been burnt and banned by governments all over the world; praised and protested over; sung about and spat on; but stories have survived all this time.
And that's pretty amazing.
So let's celebrate their joyous existence this Summer by reading and writing our movellian hearts out. There's the "Feral Youth" competition which challenegs entrants to write a short-story in slang. And the "Vortex" contest (which, sadly, has nothing to do with personally being sucked into a whirlwind portal)- let's not overlook the endless possibilties of the adventures derived from office work. There's poetry all around us, too; hidden between silent grains of sand, quivering meadows of long-grass and the tides of corsucating city rivers. And what about the murder mysteries concealed by the quaint placidity of country villages? Or the historical fiction, trapped between the crumbling brickwork of old castles? Then there are the unmnetionable holidays faux pas, too, shadowed by the comedic plays you surrpetitiously upload to the site.
And then there are the other stories; the ones that don't belong to us. The ones that have been passed from hand to hand, wrinkled and old to smooth and new. Here is a list of my top ten reads for the Summer. Close your eyes and pick one because, after all, stories are the greates gift of all.
1. The Name On Your Wrist- by Helen Hiorns. Available as an ebook. It's by a fellow PUBLISHED movellian! And it's pretty amazing.
2. An Abundance of Katherines- by John Green. There was always going to be a John Green book on my list. Always.
3. The Believers- by Zoe Heller. Recommended 13+. The evocative story of a family, unrequited love and loss. All under 300 pages.
4. The Outsiders- by S. E Hinton. If you haven't already seen the film... don't. Read the book first.
5. To Kill A Mockingbird- by Harper Lee. You're going to have to read it at some point in your life- why not now?
6. Catch 22- by Joseph Heller. You will laugh and you will cry and do everthing inbetween.
7. The Prince Who Walked With Lions- by Elizabeth Laird. An easily-read, thought-provoking historical fiction.
8. The Fifth Wave- by Rick Yancey. The next Hunger Games, allegedly. Jump on the hype-bandwagon.
9. The Kites Are Flying- by Michael Morpurgo. Slim, succint and beautiful.
10. Where The Wild Things Are- by Maurice Sendak. It's an old favourite. Go on. Read it. Don't pretend that you don't want to.