Thursday, 18 September 2014

Life of a Blogger: Languages

This feature is hosted by Jessi @ Novel Heartbeat. Each week, a non-bookish topic will be chosen and I'll talk about it so you can get to know me on a personal level!

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THIS WEEK'S TOPIC: LANGUAGES

It's languages this week! I'll be dishing out info on the ones I speak.

ENGLISH

This one totally goes without saying XD

MANDARIN (普通话)

This is my mother tongue, and as such I also have a Chinese name.

I speak, write and read the language and started learning it along with English when I was old enough to speak, so yay, that makes me bilingual.

Even so, I wouldn't say I'm effectively bilingual – which is what our education system has always strived for – because my English is undoubtedly more fluent than my Mandarin. I speak Mandarin on a daily basis with my family, but it's still not as much as English. I'm way better at listening to Mandarin news/TV shows/songs and reading Chinese characters (in my head and aloud are fine) than giving a presentation or writing an essay in the language. My grammar structure and vocabulary are sorely lacking if you compare them to the Mainland Chinese and Taiwanese people's.

Heh.
I wanted to touch on the two main writing systems we have because it's actually pretty interesting. The first and most commonly used one is Simplified Chinese (简体字) and the other is Traditional Chinese (繁体字). I wasn't formally educated in the latter but learnt to read it through watching subtitled Taiwanese variety shows.

What's the difference, you ask. Well, the former is used in China and Singapore while the latter is more commonly found in Taiwan, Hong Kong and Macau. The characters are also written very differently. Let's take the word dragon, for example:


Traditional Chinese does take more steps to write, but it's still really beautiful. It's almost pictorial – don't you think 龍 looks more like a real dragon with all its twists and curves as compared to the simplified 龙?

Anyway, I think knowing the language is still better than having to rely on a translator, especially if you're in a foreign country. I'm definitely fluent enough to ask for directions and maybe introduce myself, which was certainly put to good use since my parents especially love going to Taiwan (we've been there six times already!).

SINGLISH

Singlish, a a portmanteau of the words Singaporean and English, is the crazily complicated colloquial language in my country, Singapore. However, I won't be covering it as that would literally take days. I'm not pulling your leg fin. Sea-riously. I'll let Wikipedia do the rest.

FRANÇAIS

I am in love with this language and wanted to learn it since I was 12. I started beginner classes last year and had so much fun!

Unfortunately, I am now stuck with all my basics and can only converse in the present and future tense... not very helpful, I know. The intermediate French class that my school offered was cancelled twice this year because the minimum number of students for it to start wasn't met ): Looks like I'll have to teach myself that past tense...


What are the languages you speak? Are there any you wish to learn? Let me know, and thanks for swimmin' by!




UPDATE: My comments form has completely lost its barnacles and I am so sorry, my fishies! I have no freakin' clue what in the starfish pants is going on (if you do, please help this mermaid out – she probably won't sleep well tonight) so if you would like to leave a comment, please click here to view the mobile version of this post; the comment form works fine there!


Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Top Ten Tuesday: Authors The Mermaid Has Only Read One Book From But NEEDS to Read More


Top Ten Tuesday is an original feature/weekly meme created at The Broke and the Bookish.

Each week, a new Top Ten list will be posted at The Broke and the Bookish. Everyone is welcome to join. Just remember to link back to The Broke and the Bookish and add your name to the Linky widget so that everyone can check out other bloggers' lists! Click here to view the full list of Top Ten Tuesdays.


1. Marissa Meyer. As mentioned in my previous TTT post, I've only read Cinder and really need to get crackin' on the sequel, Scarlet!

2. Emm Cole. Big (sea) fan of the Merminia series here, my fishies! An absolute must-read, especially if you adore mermaids. I LOVED the first instalment and will be starting on Keeping Merminia as soon as I can.

3. Lauren Oliver. I read Before I Fall and got one of the craziest book hangovers after that. Her books kind of fell off my radar soon after – I think I started one of my mermaid novel-reading sprees and didn't look back. *sheepish grin* She's such a big name now, and I know everyone seemed to love Panic when it was released.

4. Rick Riordan. Yes, yes, I know. I really liked The Lightning Thief, but at the time I read it, the series was unfinished. And you know how I feel about waiting for a series.

5. Elizabeth Fama. I went gaga over Monstrous Beauty, her super dark mermaid novel. She released another novel called Plus One in April this year, a dystopian about Smudges (people who live and work at night) and Rays (those who live and work in the day). Sounds like something I'd want to read.

6. Stephanie Perkins. Looooved Anna and the French Kiss. I'm not one who particularly loves contemporary, but it was a lovely read and I want to check out Lola and the Boy Next Door, as well as Isla and the Happily Ever After.

7. L. A. Weatherly. Read Angel when I was 15 and the trilogy had not been finished. It's completed now, but I haven't caught up with it yet!

8. Carolyn Turgeon. Mermaid was such an interesting new spin on the classic tale of The Little Mermaid. I'm interested in her other retelling of Rapunzel, The Fairest of Them All (I hear that Rapunzel turns out to be Snow White's evil stepmother!).

9. George Orwell. I did Animal Farm in Lit class when I was 14 and loved the historical references to Russian politics. Might try reading 1984 sometime!

10. Aimée Carter. I read The Goddess Test a couple years back. While it didn't blow me away, I think I'll re-read it and maybe finish the series.


What's on your list? Leave a comment below, and thanks for stopping by! (:


Review: The Maze Runner (The Maze Runner, #1) by James Dashner

The Maze Runner (The Maze Runner, #1) by James Dashner
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Released: October 6th 2009
Format: Ebook
Source: My own
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t human.

When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his name. He’s surrounded by strangers—boys whose memories are also gone.

Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade.

Outside the towering stone walls that surround the Glade is a limitless, ever-changing maze. It’s the only way out—and no one’s ever made it through alive.

Everything is going to change.

Then a girl arrives. The first girl ever. And the message she delivers is terrifying.

Remember. Survive. Run.
The first thing I tweeted after finishing this book was this:
(The Grammar Nazi in me realises it should've been 'what I planned' instead of 'how', but meh, who cares)

Hold your seahorses, there are some spoilers in this review but I've got spoiler-hiders! If you're reading this in your email, they probably won't work, though.

So I finally got around to reading The Maze Runner after it appeared in my Top Ten Tuesday post and when I finished it, I felt like this:


and it was due to many reasons.

I have heard great things about this book, heard people gush over it, been recommended it countless times and sensed the hype over the release of its movie adaptation. I wouldn’t say I'm entirely disappointed with The Maze Runner, but I know for sure that I definitely enjoyed The Hunger Games more. 

Nevertheless, this novel does have originality and some strong points.

First off, the premise: A boy named Thomas wakes up in a lift remembering nothing else but his name and meets other boys living in a forest-y place called the Glade, situated in the middle of an ever-changing, stone-walled maze with dangerous, abominable creatures outside of it. No one knows why or how all this is happening. When a girl arrives in the Glade for the first time in two years, everything changes and they have to work together to escape the maze and its perils. 

The Glade is sort of like a mini-society all on its own with rules and roles established by its inhabitants, who are inherently called Gladers. They've unique slang like “shank”, “klunk” and “shuck-face”, most of which are their own versions of swear words. I thought these were nice embellishments, but perhaps not entirely necessary. There are the Grievers, which are slimy, half flesh and half machine/metal creatures outside the maze and Beetle Blades, which look like metal lizards with twelve bug legs.

All in all, a very fine plot but quite lacking in execution. I felt detached from most of the characters like Newt, Alby, Minho and even Thomas himself while also feeling like I was wading around in octopus muck trying to make sense of the bigger picture.

When Thomas first arrives in the maze, many of his questions are left unanswered and he’s always told to be quiet. The suspense Dashner tries to create nearly failed because all we are told instead of shown is how “confused” and “annoyed” Thomas is, and we don’t actually feel confused confused or annoyed annoyed along with Thomas – I for one was frustrated with the repetitiveness of it all because it just wasn’t shown in the writing.

As a result, I couldn’t get a deeper sense of Thomas' character. There was some awesome maze-running action in between, but if it weren’t for the plot, I wouldn't have stuck through with this book. Chapter cliffhangers kept me turning the pages, but this was due to the nature of them dishing out information only to move the plot forward. I don’t recall desperately wanting to find out what Thomas or Minho or Newt would do next. Yet, there’s potential for Dashner’s characters to stick with you, and I’m talking about moments like this:
“No way,” Alby said. “...We can’t freaking ask people to go out there and die, Minho! Who’d volunteer for that?”


… “I will if I have to,” Newt said, surprising Thomas; though he’d never talk about it, the older boy’s limp was a constant reminder that something horrible had happened to him out in the Maze… 

“With your bum leg?” Alby asked, a harsh laugh escaping his lips.


Newt frowned, looked at the ground. “Well, I don’t feel good askin’ Gladers to do something if I’m not bloody willing to do it myself.”
I think this is the only part where I really connected with Newt. Maybe it would’ve been better if the other Gladers had been more central to the plot; they weren't fleshed out enough for me to form enough emotional attachments to them.

And then there were instances when I had to re-read some parts of the book more than twice to visualise how the maze doors looked like and worked, how Thomas did the mapping with wax paper to get the code and how the Grievers looked like compared to the Beetle Blades, because I kinda got both creatures mixed up into some hybrid (that wasn’t very fun, I can assure you) and so I ended up googling them. I remember thinking that the movie adaptation might be the best way of showing these plot elements instead (another disappointment, unfortunately. Not going to cover this in another blog post because I could go on and on about it. But you can tweet me if you wanna discuss the movie!).

Another thing which had me feeling quite meh was how some parts felt deus ex machina-ish to me. Like BOOM suddenly something happens out of nowhere and the problem is more than half-solved, and all Thomas needs to do is think for a minute (or sometimes he doesn’t need to) and ta-da, job done.


This is especially applicable to when Teresa (the girl) arrived and gave a crap ton of completely new info to Thomas when she was unconscious and also when Thomas found the Griever Hole with Minho AND also when Thomas figured out that he should go get stung by a Griever and rely on the Changing to give him more info.

I just felt like something was lacking – like there should've been something more to everything, but there wasn’t.

And then I cried.

I actually cried when Chuck died, and to be frank I don’t really know why I did! Chuck was probably the only character whom I felt a little more for than any other character throughout the story. I guess Thomas actually telling us how much he treasured Chuck got to me after all. I also think Thomas being unable to fulfil his promise to Chuck just did it for me, and so the tears just came.

It was fleeting, though. Once I finished the novel, I thought that the ending – or payoff – of Dashner’s entire concept was questionable, and probably one of the biggest downers for me.

I have no idea if it was because of all the pre-movie hype or the fact that my classmates gave me a gist of the plot before I read it (no spoilers were involved) that could’ve influenced my reading experience on a such high scale. They pretty much told me just the blurb, so it must be either the hype or my high expectations…


I’ll still be reading the rest of the trilogy to see if it picks up (I heard the next book is better). The Maze Runner will be getting half a starfish more than I’d have given it because, well, I cried. And I usually don’t cry over a book – I mostly get hangovers and can’t touch another book for days – so this might spell something better for the rest of the series. I think.




ABOUT THE AUTHOR
AboutPortrait AboutJames was born and raised in Georgia but now lives in the Rocky Mountains with his family. He has four kids, which some might think is too many but he thinks is just right. Once upon a time, James studied accounting and worked in the field of finance, but has been writing full time for several years. (He doesn’t miss numbers. At all.)

In his free time, James loves to read, watch movies and (good) TV shows, snow ski, and read. (Reading was mentioned twice on purpose.) Most of all, he’s thankful that he gets to make a living writing stories and considers himself pretty much the luckiest guy on the planet.



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Sunday, 7 September 2014

Blog Tour: Guest Post by Rachel M. Wilson, author of DON'T TOUCH

Welcome to my stop on the DON'T TOUCH blog tour! 



Don't Touch by Rachel M. Wilson
Publisher: HarperTeen
Released: 2nd September 2014
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary
A powerful story of a girl who is afraid to touch another person’s skin, until the boy auditioning for Hamlet opposite her Ophelia gives her a reason to overcome her fears.

Step on a crack, break your mother’s back. Touch another person’s skin, and Dad’s gone for good.

Caddie can’t stop thinking that if she keeps from touching another person’s skin, her parents might get back together... which is why she wears full-length gloves to school and covers every inch of her skin.

It seems harmless at first, but Caddie’s obsession soon threatens her ambitions as an actress. She desperately wants to play Ophelia in her school’s production of Hamlet. But that would mean touching Peter, who’s auditioning for the title role—and kissing him. Part of Caddie would love nothing more than to kiss Peter—but the other part isn't sure she's brave enough to let herself fall.

Perfect for fans of Laurie Halse Anderson, this debut novel from Rachel M. Wilson is a moving story of a talented girl who's fighting an increasingly severe anxiety disorder, and the friends and family who stand by her.
Today, author Rachel M. Wilson will be sharing four things the book world doesn't know about her (until now). Don't forget to enter the giveaway below after reading the post!

GUEST POST
4 THINGS THE BOOK WORLD DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT ME (UNTIL NOW) 
by Rachel M. Wilson, author of Don't Touch

1. I was born on a farm—well, not exactly on the farm, but my parents were living on a family farm near the Alabama River when I was born. It’s an ancient house with a peaked roof and a wide porch—if any place is haunted, this place is haunted. Now the farmland is mostly leased out to other farmers, but when my Dad ran it, it was a feeder pig farm. Not so coincidentally, my parents were vegetarians at the time.

The farmhouse where Rachel was born (left) and the barn (right)
2. I’m a Francophile. I don’t speak French as well as I used to, but I belonged to the French club in high school and always competed in the French Convention. I used to be completely fluent. My granddad was a paratrooper on D-Day, and I was lucky enough to accompany him and other surviving members of the 82nd Airborne on a trip to France for a monument dedication. As the only person on our bus who spoke French, I got a lot of practice translating. Lots of small villages in Normandy put out tables full of calvados and cheese and pastries for the veterans, and I almost cried when an older gentleman asked if he could give my grandfather a kiss on the cheek. He obliged, and it was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen.

3. I spent several Halloween seasons working in the haunted house at Chicago’s Navy Pier. This meant dressing up in elaborate costumes to play a real estate agent with a knife through her head or a frightened librarian ghost or a crazed French chef . . . on repeat. The house was a kind of limbo—a Disneyesque production with tons of
special effects, all timed to a track. So we’d go through a 90 second scene for a crowd of people, usher them to the next room and then perform the same scene again . . . for hours! At one point, I was so exhausted that when a kid offered my French chef his plastic spider ring, saying, “Cook it! Cook my spi-dow!” I stuffed the thing in my mouth. Instant. Regret.

4. I love camping! I love it so much that when I drove cross-country between Chicago and LA, I pulled up to campsites all along the road with a giant U-Haul. Unfortunately, I wasn’t prepared for the winds on the plains or the storms in the Badlands knocking the tent flat. The ensuing exhaustion required an emergency stop at Wall Drug, SD, for tent stakes and ties.

Rachel's dog Remy as a puppy figuring out how to use tent stakes

BLOG TOUR GIVEAWAY
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rachel M. Wilson is the author of the contemporary YA, DON'T TOUCH, forthcoming from HarperTeen, Sep. 2, 2014.

She graduated from Northwestern University and holds an MFA in Writing for Children & Young Adults from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Rachel grew up in Birmingham, AL, and she currently writes, acts, and teaches in Chicago, IL.



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