Grazie Jacqueline per avermi fatto scoprire questo libro!!!
*Sento che questa più che una recensione sarà un insieme di chitchat organizzato alla "come vié vié.. Il caldo, senza dubbio*
Cinque super stelle perché, anche se non è un libro che mi porterei nella tomba o che diventerà il mio preferito (scusami Leah Rae Miller :3 Niente di personale, ma il mio cuore è già parecchio intasato :DD), mi ha divertito, mi ha fatto passare qualche ora in allegria e soprattutto mi cita più e più volte Star Wars.. Come resistere?!
Ecco appunto, non si può :D
Ho letto il libro in poche ore (anche se non tutte attaccate eh eh eh :D
Sì, ogni tanto la vita mi richiama all'ordine e devo lasciare la mia tana, senza considerare che fa troppo caldo anche solo per leggere.. E ciò è drammatico, perché mi ritrovavo a fissare il soffitto con il Kindle vicino, accenderlo, subire un vile attacco da parte delle mie palpebre che decidevano arbitrariamente di doversi chiudere e quindi la necessità di abbandonare la missione.
Dicevamo, è un libro che si legge in pochissimo tempo ma il suo effetto benefico durerà per un po', me lo sento!!
Ho attraversato anche io la fase manga tra i 16/20 anni, poi me la sono fatta largo circa passare per la troppa pigrizia (sì, leggere tutti i fumetti dei personaggi è davvero stressante, ho accumulato volumi su volumi di manga non letti.. Fino a che ho capito che non potevo continuare ad arricchire il proprietario della fumetteria in questo modo così scandaloso), non credo di potermi definire nerd al cento per cento però insomma un buon 75% non me lo toglie nessuno :D
Chi non vorrebbe una protagonista nerd in un libro? Chi? Chi? Esatto! Tutti la vorremmo!
Al di là dell'elemento nerd, dei fumetti, di Star Wars e del gioco di ruolo più intrippante nella storia dei giochi di ruolo, il libro è divertentissimo.. Mi ha fatto fare un sacco di risate!
Logan poi è così Aaaaaw ♥! Non tanto per il suo aspetto fisico, che non credo venga descritto così approfonditamente.. Ma più che altro perché è super tenero e super carino e super.. E vabbé, super, dai :D
Ovviamente la storia segue il percorso Si piacciono - lei/lui faranno una cavolata che li allontanerà - i due si ritrovano MA! AH! C'è un grande MA. Il modo in cui Maddie (sì, è lei a combinare il casino questa volta :DD) cercherà di riprendersi Logan e dimostrargli quanto ci tiene a lui è bellissimo e sorprendente. Davvero davvero notevole!! Ahahaha, mi ha fatto riderissimo in certi punti.. Insomma, nessun ragazzo avrebbe potuto resistere a quello che Maddie organizza per Logan, davvero!
Come ho accennato prima.. Il gioco di ruolo è qualcosa di WOW. Mi è presa voglia di trovarne immediatamente uno in atto e partecipare.. All'inizio non ho capito niente, ma pian piano l'autrice spiega tutto ed è fenomenale *_*
Solo per l'esistenza di ciò mi viene voglia di diventare una nerd al 100% e lasciare stare tutte le mondanità inutili come mangiare, lavarsi, vedere altra gente... :DD
It’s just a notebook where I keep all my thoughts about the books I read, but to me it’s a treasure trove of secret identities, quotes, and life lessons only superhumans can teach.
Due to unprecedented demand, The Super Ones #400 is currently out of stock. Your copy will be shipped in 5-7 weeks. We apologize for the inconvenience. They apologize? Are they kidding?! I can’t wait five to seven weeks. I must know now!
I’ve been at it for five years now. Not having anyone to geek out with over the latest superhero movie (other than my brother, but he doesn’t count), having to hold my tongue about all my fandoms, making a mad dash to hide all nerdy evidence every time a friend shows up at my house unannounced… I’m in a constant state of “no one can know,” and it sucks.
Not that I’m stalking him or anything. He has really nice eyes, though.
That was incredible! No, it was amazing! Incredizing? Amazible? Whatever. It was awesome,
It’s not a big town, but we do have a Chili’s and a Wal-Mart.
“So, everyone’s safe, and no one is going nowhere.” Instead of correcting her on her double negative, I just rub my upper arm. Terra is one of those people who likes to emphasize her words with hand gestures, but once she gets a drink or two in her, she becomes one of those people who smack you in the arm to get their point across.
Eric’s too busy winning at giant beer pong—seriously, how hard can it be for a quarterback to toss a football into a five gallon bucket?—to
I’m a nerd hidden inside a popular girl’s body, and the only person that can help me right now is someone I’ve hardly even acknowledged for fear of social ruin.
“I’ll just run up and get your book,” I say. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it later.” “But aren’t you ready to read it?” “Yeah, but I can wait. You look nice tonight, by the way.” He clears his throat. Even in the barely there light, I can see his ears turn red. Is blushing contagious? Because my cheeks start to burn. “Thanks, and thanks for the ride.” “Any time.”
Mom sighs. “Ah, to be young again. Nothing to do but hang out and go swimming.” I grab my plate and put it in the dishwasher. “It’s a tough life, but someone has to live it.”
I end up on the floor surrounded by comic books, having opened the nearest box and rifled through it. I could seriously live here. All I would need is some water and maybe some of that dehydrated astronaut food.
I have to tell you I’ve had pretty much the best day ever, and I have a feeling someone out there helped make it that way. She probably doesn’t want me to say her name on air, but I am going to say thanks. Thanks, Wonderful Wendy.” My stomach flutters. He has to be talking about me. Wonderful Wendy was the name of a five-issue storyline in The Super Ones where The Bright Frenzy was introduced. He knows I’ll get the reference.
“Dude! So not smooth, man! Girls cannot stand rudeness,” Dan yells from the back room. There’s a few moments of stunned silence before Logan and I both burst into laughter. He has the best laugh, by the way. It’s unabashedly loud,
But the more I think about it, the more I realize nobody would know. I mean, the only people at my school I can think of that might show up are the role-playing guys from the band room, and there’s no way they’d pay any attention to me with a bunch of Princess Leias in gold bikinis walking around. Maybe it’d be safer than I think?
When we get to the door, there’s a big gray rock in the middle of the welcome mat. “Locked out again, Leeloo?” Logan bends down to pet the rock. It turns and snorts, and I realize it’s not a rock at all, but a very fat pug. It’s face is all smooshed in except for its eyes, which bulge.
“Let’s see.” I can feel my face warming up, but I can’t stop smiling. What is he going to dare me to do? I know what Eric would dare me. It’d probably be something inappropriate. What would I do if Logan dared me to kiss him? “I dare you to…” He pauses, and I want him to say it. I want him to want a kiss, because I realize I’d do it so fast it’d make his head spin. “I dare you to do your happy dance,” he says instead. “Happy dance?” “Come on, everyone has a happy dance.”
How could I ever have considered this? I have no idea how to play this game. What if my character gets killed? In the first game, no less? I’ll be the dumbest nerd who ever nerded.
I walk up to the medieval-looking front door and debate what to do. There’s a metal knocker hanging from a tiger’s nose, and there’s a doorbell. I choose the knocker because when will I ever again get to use a tiger’s nose ring to announce my presence?
Inside, Dan stands on a winding staircase to my left, and in front of me is a uniquely decorated living room. A deer’s head is mounted over the brick fireplace. A bear in an I’m-going-to-rip-your-face-off stance takes up the far corner. One wall is covered in various stuffed fish. “Your dad likes to hunt, huh?” I ask. “Nope. He’s a taxidermist. Those are all things people requested to be done but never paid for.”
“That’s it?” Ro slaps the back of my chair. “That’s all you’re going to do to her? If I’d done all this, you guys would have locked me in the basement.” “That’s ridiculous, Roland,” Mom says. “This is Louisiana, we don’t have basements because of the water level.”
It’s a fact of life: you can’t make everyone happy. But you can make you happy.”
Has that other part of me been trying to break through because deep down I know I’ll never be happy until… Until what? Until I’m able to freely discuss who I think would win in a battle between Darth Vader and Lord Voldemort? (The answer obviously being Lord Voldemort. He’d Avada Kadavra Vader way before Vader could even think about the force choke move.)
Everyone hates the lizardmen, and everyone loves the centaurs which isn’t very fair, in my opinion. Then again, the lizardmen apparently lick their own eyeballs. Whereas the centaurs grant wishes.
But New Me snaps at Old Me like a master Jedi would a young Padowan who just used the force to bring the TV remote to him.
I’m a geeky badass, and I’m loving it.
“You really like this boy, don’t you?” I stare out the window into the gray morning as I chew. Do I “really like” him? Is that the right way to put it? I’ve only known him for the summer technically, but “really like” doesn’t seem to encompass it. If you “really like” someone, do they insist on invading your every thought? Does just saying their name make goose bumps rise on your arms? Do you contemplate how many freckles your children will have? “Yeah, I really like him.” Mom would definitely freak out if I told her how I actually feel.
I’ve also been thinking of making a costume for next year’s NerdCon. Maybe Princess Leia when she was captured by Jabba the—”
“I think I get the message, but I can’t be sure, really. Maybe you should tell me again.” And that’s how I ended up making out with the love of my life in the storeroom of a comic shop where, it turns out, heaven really can be found. Oh crap, did I just say “love”? Yes, yes, I did.