One of my favourite new authors, Isabel Costello, is poised to take the summer reading lists by storm. Her debut novel, Paris Mon Amour, published by Canelo is set to release June 13, 2016.
I will be waiting with baited breath until then!
(This essay was written by a twelve-year old young lady living in Weiden, Germany. K enjoys acting, baking sweets, and singing. K is one of our latest Young Voices being featured here on Murasaki Press.)
We, as humans, have our lives based upon nature. Not realizing this has led us to a broken environment. All of our resources can be traced back to the natural world. Millions of sea animals are killed every day because of us.
It may seem terrifying that we are ruining our earth but some people do not seem to care. Our terrain is the staple that holds all cultures together. If you look at all the cultures of the world you get a sense of how they treat it. Some people care about our world more than others.
Walking in the woods or swimming in the ocean, surprisingly, can be a remedy or method of relaxation. If you think about a spot that you would love to be in right now, I am guessing that you probably picked someplace that has to do with the outdoors.
Imagine walking on a cement path, cars honk and steam billows into the air causing a smoky odor that pricks your nose. You then walk into a clothing shop as an ancient shopkeeper walks over to you smiling in fashionable ensemble. You feel strange getting the same outfit as the old lady, but it looks good. Next, you walk out of the small store to a fancy hotel filled with fragile glass figurines scattered over everything. This is where you will stay.
Seems stressful, right? We plowed down wildlife to build the above scenario. Now for a less nerve wracking scene: you feel and hear crunching snow and pine needles as you walk through a white forest wonderland. You feel peace, spirituality and God’s love for you. After minutes of magical silence the sky brings down white snow so you decide to step in your small cottage made of bricks. You open a simple wood door and are greeted by a warm, soft bed and a cheerfully popping fire.
Nature, like in the scene above, can bring peace and joy. If we destroy nature we are destroying a vital part of all of our lives and us. We and nature are one and the same. We are a part of it and are destroying an important part of us along with our natural world.
When I visited the newly updated Foyles on Charing Cross Road I came across dozens of titles that I would have never discovered on amazon.co.uk alone. (Yes, I am shamelessly pitching for bookstores to remain open). Since I live in Germany, the opportunity to come across new young-adult and middle-grade titles is limited to what amazon posts as trending, or other websites and twitter. However, when I was able to feel and thumb through the pages of this book, it immediately captured my interest.
I highly recommend this book to anyone 14+ (yes, even adults) because it follows the life of Bree, who unfortunately in some blurbs is labeled as a “loser”. I’ll leave that up to you, but I disagree. She is a free-thinking, lonely young-woman who takes on a writing challenge in order to improve her prose, and her life. Her desire for change is fueled, at first, by her longing for her writing work to become something more than suicidal drivel.
The strength of Bourne’s prose, Bree’s voice and the various adventures that Bree encounters rival that of similarly themed films such as “Mean Girls” and “Easy A”. Instead of being a morality tale, I felt a kinship with Bree’s life (though fictional) and the true-lives of the adolescents I teach.
Though there are some mature themes and actions, The Manifesto will not fail to uplift and enlighten you. I look forward to reading more of Bourne’s books, once I’ve finished with the rest of the lovely titles I acquired whilst being in London. Please post your comments about The Manifesto and how you feel it depicts modern teenage life.
by J. Robby
Being a guy means you’re always competing to see who’s better than who. It means you have to be number one.
It means you compete at saying who’s the fastest runner or who’s the best at football or basketball. You’re looking good for the girls or playing tough to be the dominant one. You gotta stay strong and be the best you can be and not get broken inside: if you do, don’t let it show.
When you’re a guy, you are taking on more responsibilities and more actions to keep you, friends, and family in line. It means you can’t be afraid of something you know you are.
Up until stuff goes wrong: you lose your friends or a relationship goes bad or family passes away, then you don’t know what to do. You stay so strong for so long and think you can’t be broken until you are. Once you are, its the end of the world. It seems like it, at least.
I believe personally that being a guy or boy means to just stay strong, even in hard times
I asked my teens (all 120 of them): what does it mean to be a guy or girl (pick your gender only)? What do you want authors to write about you, that they aren’t right now? Here is one of the responses from Celina S.
BEING A GIRL, THE DARK EDITION
by Celina S.
To be a girl, it means to be everything. I honestly believe guys couldn’t exist without us girls. Being a girl also means to be a pro at personal hygiene.
What it means to be a girl is that fear of being regarded badly. It means being very fragile but oh-so-strong. It means that hardened shell with the weeping girl inside. Pretending to be stronger that you really are.
That need for praise because you can’t convince yourself of your worth. It means having to be that stereotypical girl for people to like you, and to live yourself in secret.
That unique thing about you everyone hates because it makes you different, better even, so they try to destroy that seed of true beauty. It means having to nourish that seed secretly and not being able to show it, otherwise that beautiful flower it’s become will be torn apart by people.
Being a girl means getting destroyed piece by piece and having to endure verbal abuse, because of course, most of the time girls are viewed more critically that guys judging by looks and weight.
It means being taken advantage of, not being overly smart (its unattractive) or overly nice (its faked). It means doing everything but no one gives. It means being “useless” and underestimated.
Being a girl means having to live in hiding, hiding not only from everyone else but from yourself, too. Because you’ll constantly be pulling yourself down. You’re not like the others: pretty enough, liked enough, kind enough. Perfect enough.
You’re not perfect. Being a girl means that need to be. That trying to be what you are not for the sake of not having to deal with the sneers, laughs, pointing fingers. Those whispers, too.
“Did’ya see her clothes?”
“Her hair, ewww.”
“She’s so mean!”
Those whispers. Girls like to be perfect. Don’t treat them that way because they’ll remember. Forever.
You don’t ever want to be a girl. Because it’s not just rainbows and smiling faces.
There’s a dark side to being a girl.