UnSouled, by Neal Shusterman

Gosh, I love this series. I desperately hope UnDivided comes out soon.
Okay, I'm gonna try to make this less... scattered than usual.
Although I stayed up thinking about this book for like an hour after a finished it (which was already at like midnight) and then I dreamed about it, sooo it'll probably still be scattered because I have a lot of feelings.

Summary (taken from Goodreads.com, I love them): Connor and Lev are on the run after the destruction of the Graveyard, the last safe haven for AWOL Unwinds. But for the first time, they’re not just running away from something. This time, they’re running toward answers, in the form of a woman Proactive Citizenry has tried to erase from history itself. If they can find her, and learn why the shadowy figures behind unwinding are so afraid of her, they may discover the key to bringing down unwinding forever.
Cam, the rewound boy, is plotting to take down the organization that created him. Because he knows that if he can bring Proactive Citizenry to its knees, it will show Risa how he truly feels about her. And without Risa, Cam is having trouble remembering what it feels like to be human.
With the Juvenile Authority and vindictive parts pirates hunting them, the paths of Connor, Lev, Cam, and Risa will converge explosively—and everyone will be changed.
Neal Shusterman continues the adventure that VOYA called “poignant, compelling, and ultimately terrifying.”

The character who stood out to me the most was definitely Cam. He just... fascinates me. Because he repulsed me at first, but I love him, but I hate that he exists, and I despise what he stands for, but I feel so bad for him, and I like him. All at once. And he keeps me asking questions about life and death and Existence and I really, really, really wish I could meet him. The only thing I really against him is that he's trying to break up Conner and Risa. That is a big no-no. Also, his flirting at the beginning of the book was stupid and he needed to get over himself. I could totally understand it, but he was still stupid. Honestly, Cam, you're above that. I'm just... really scared that he's gonna get hurt. I love Cam, please, please don't hurt or change him.

Wil was an interesting addition. Maybe I missed it, but it also felt... random. I don't really like it when authors pull things things out that should have been referenced in previous books, but weren't. For example, Lev's time with the Arapache. I know we don't necessarily know everything about the books, but there is a HUGE difference from surprising your readers and being random.

Conner is his good old self, albeit somewhat a lot more on edge. I still love Lev, though he's a bit of a mystery. He's so much more calm and closed off than the other characters that it's harder to know what he's thinking. I like Risa a lot of course.

Starkey is an IDIOT. Freaking stupid, stupid, stupid you are playing right in to the Proactive Citizenry's hands, you fool!!!

For new characters, Grace and Una were the most fascinating to me. Argent is this creepy slimeball. How is Grace considered "low-cortical"? I don't understand that. She's brilliant.

I do think that this book was more of a set-up for the last book than it's own chronicle, if that makes sense. Not a whole lot happened. Things intensified and other things got explained, but there weren't many other things going on. It wasn't boring, I'm not saying that. It's like you can feel that the end is coming. It's like those ticking seconds before a bomb goes off.

Looking For Alaka, Champion (Spoilers), and Catching Fire

Catching Fire (the movie)

A round of applause for that movie please. 

Seriously. They followed the book and IT WAS AWESOME. Some little things were off, but I don't even care because it was EPIC. I just ugh, yes, love. Perfection.

Champion, by Marie Lu.

It started wonderfully. 

Intense, action-packed, interesting. I love the relationships in this book, especially in Day and June's families. The only relationship I dont like is Metias/Thomas, mostly because THOMAS WAS TOTALLY FLIRTING WITH JUNE IN THE FIRST BOOK. Like, seriously, does he like Metias or June? I did like how he died, because for a split-second there I thought he would kill Tess, which would have made me mad. I felt like his death was very in character and well-written. 

And, okay, I hated how Day and June split up. Not just because I SHIP IT SO MUCH (which I do), but because it felt... cliche. Unoriginal. I saw it coming as soon as I saw the word "coma." 

And now I'm mad BECAUSE OMC SO MANY FEEEEEEEEEEEELS. e_e

I should go read something calming and non-heartbreaking for once (hahahahaha, yeah right).

Looking For Alaska, by John Green

Oh, heavens me.

John Green's books are full of beauty and wisdom. There are words and sentences and pages that I want to read over and over and memorize.

And his characters are so life like. And first person by him is so very in-character. The way Hazel, in FiOS, told the story was totally different from Pudge's voice. 

They just... I don't know. Don't seem fake or contrived. 

Something that I think is incredibly refreshing is that he's not kidding you. He doesn't know everything. But he's honest and real and it's really nice. 

On the other hand.... his books have a lot of crap in them. Like, the whole first half of the book was the main characters smoking and drinking and talking about sex/making out. 

Talking about it, mind you, not having it.

So it's not a book that I'd just recommend to everyone. Which annoys me, because there's so much goodness in it. 

And I think, if you took that stuff out, the book flattens out, becomes less real, because that's what teenagers deal with all the time. I'm not trying to say the bad stuff is okay, I'm saying I know why he writes like that. John Green is really good at making his books relatable and realistic to teenagers, which I appreciate.

And yeah, it made me cry. Not as hard as FiOS, but still.

A FreeWrite

A tiny ghost of a girl ran down the street. She was short and so skinny she was seemed barely there. Her skin was almost deathly pale. Her thin, dark brown hair was cut short, right at her jaw. Her earrings were black wings that looked strangely angelic. Her sneakers barely thudded against the asphalt, she weighed so little. She sprinted faster, faster. Her heart pounded, and she knew she wouldn't make it.

Her pursuers were faster, stronger, and far more dangerous than before.
She skidded around a corner. Loud breathing followed her, and the thud, thud, thud, as heavy boots pounded against the road.

"Please," she whispered to the air. Her voice was cracked and breathy from running. "Please, let me escape."

She could see the drop-off. A cliff, a sheer drop into... nothing. Pure grey mist clung to the edge of the city, concealing the bottom of the cliff.
She froze, her body stopping with incredibly fast reflexes. She glanced behind her once.

They were there, sliding to a halt to keep from falling. They sneered, sure they had caught her now.

"Please," she breathed once more.

Then she flung herself off the cliff.

She tumbled through the air, her body twisting around the mist. It was cold and wet and grey. Her descent was surprisingly slow, but still fast enough to crush her body at the bottom. The fog choked her, taking away her screams. The air opened up, revealing dry, dusty dirt.

She hit the ground.

It took a full minute to realize she wasn't dead.

She spit out the dirt on her tongue. Her body ached, and her ankle was twisted at a weird angle, but she most certainly wasn't was hurt as she should be. She rolled onto her back and looked up. The fog started about seven feet above her. She could see nothing through it. She pushed herself up and looked around.

From Pinterest 

She was in a wasteland. It was a perfect circle, with about a twenty foot radius. It was split into quarters once the dirt ended. A dark, dense forest spread from on quarter, around 12:00 to 3:00. Next to it was a meadow, filled with sickly sweet smelling flowers and green grass up to the girl's waist. From 6 to 9 was water, a lake. It was glassy and still, without a wave or ripple. The final quarter was snow. It fell thick and white onto ice. She studied them all and then turned to the forest.

Now someone stood there. A wraith-like young woman, perhaps a bit older than the girl. She looked mostly normal, black cropped t-shirt, skinny jeans, Converse. Her hair was long and tangled down her back. Her tan skin glowed and shimmered like she would vanish any moment. But the most unnatural part were the jet black wings that spread from behind her shoulder blades. They arched over her, high, the tips hidden in the fog.