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Meg Cabot :)

I promise I'll finish blogging about Spring break, but this is more important. Haha. So, I. Love. Reading. As you probably didn't know. And my favorite author hands down in Meg Cabot. She's so amazing. I always know that when I pick up one of her books, I'm in for a good day. And probably a little sadness at the end when it's over. But thats completely different than that feeling when you read a really sad book.

But she's such a great author! All her books have amazing heroines who are spunky and in crazy situations that she makes believable. Her books are never depressing. I HATE depressing books, no matter how touching they are or how much they make you think. There are just too many of them out there. I've been on a search in the library for books that don't look sad, and that's PRETTY hard to find.

Plus she's got books in tons of genres! She's got your rockstars solving murder mysteries. Your girl struck by lightning who can find missing people. A wedding planner who can't keep her mouth shut which gets her into tons of trouble. The ever famous Princess Diaries. I haven't actually read those because they're never in the library, but I will someday! She's got some with Greek mythology, and mediators and the list goes on and on and on! I just absolutely love her! Plus, the guys in her books are always Haaawwttttt. Mhmmm. There's always that really cute moment in them where the girl gets herself into a ton of trouble saving the world or something like that, and the guy has to help her out. Now, some of you might be like Hey, that's like, not feminist and girls can take care of themselves. And yeah, they are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. But it takes an even stronger kind of person to accept help. At least that's my opinion.

So yeah, if you have nothing else to do over break, you should totally read you some Meg Cabot! Or check out her blog, she's hilarious.

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  1. If you've never checked him out, read some Neil Gaiman books. My favorite author of all time. :) He's the best. I aspire to be like him. I personally suggest, as your first book, Anansi Boys or Neverwhere. Either one. :) They're good.

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