Everyone knows the story. A girl has big dreams of adventure and finding a place where she can fit in. That all changed, though, when she met a Beast. They fell in love, conquered over evil, and with her undying love she turned him back into a gorgeous human being with flowing red locks once more. And then…nothing.

Nada. Zilch. Zero.

They just get married, and it’s all done. No adventures for the beautiful girl—just a big castle and a hunky ginger husband and thousands upon thousands of servants.

Now don’t get me wrong, this was my favorite story growing up. I remember watching it on my television and singing (loudly) to every song, but there was one point where I wouldn’t—I was too engrossed and awed. It was when she just turned down that conceited man, and she’s singing about all her dreams. I know every song by heart by now, but it was these thirty-so seconds that really blew me away.

“I want adventure in the great, wide, somewhere!”

I’m not sure why this simple sentence resonated with me so much, but it did. She just sounds so…hopeful. Determined. Like nothing will get in the way of her dreams. Not that self-centered man, not the little town she lived in, not her well-meaning father’s somewhat shaky reputation. No, she was going to go places, see the world, read to her heart’s content! It didn’t matter where—heck, I doubt if she even had a clue where to start.

But the real killer in this age-old story is TIME. (See what I did there? “Tale as Old as Time”? Anyone?) Over time she began to love that Beast, and, as they always say, time heals all wounds. Even dead dreams.

I loved her. She was my idol, with her giant imagination and vigor for reading. But now that I’m older, I find myself resenting her. I want to know if she actually did make it out. I want to know if she went over the world, met all sorts of people, maybe wrote a book or two.

I know that her life doesn’t necessarily suck. I mean, she did find that special someone who understood her; heck, he gave her a freaking library! But that seems to be the only one of her dreams that came true. Did she and her beastly-hubby go out and see the world? Did they travel to unknown places just because they could? Did they fall even more in love with each other every day?

Someone once said to me that you can never have both a fulfilling life and a satisfied heart. My initial reaction was, “Watch me,” but then I realized that they were right in a sense. There is no perfect. There is no way that your life will be sunshine and rainbows all the time.

So maybe if I follow my dreams and my heart it will be hard, but the way I look at it is if you want something to last, you fight for it. If things get broken don’t just throw it out; fix it. Work on it, improve it, breathe life into it again.

So yes, she may have found her dream guy, but she got a bit sidetracked along the way. Maybe she did wake up every day, wondering how different her life would be if she never came to that castle.

I decided that I will try and do what that beauty didn’t. Maybe I’ll fail miserably.

But then again…maybe I won’t.







PS: Yes, I used the Disney-version of Beauty and the Beast for this post.

PPS: Paige O’Hara is amazing.

The Guilty Pleasure of a FICTIONISTA During the Summer


So don’t get me wrong, I love the classics–AKA: “Jane Eyre” which I have read about twelve times, “The Great Gatsby” yes, I saw the movie and yes, that will be a separate post entirely, or my personal favorite “Brave New World”. But like everyone else, I have guilty pleasures and mine are sappy, predictable, star-crossed-lovers-style summer romance novels. I don’t know what it is, maybe something in the air that just makes me squeal as I read about the late nights of Auden and Eli or want to die at the horrid situation of Samantha and Jase. But, nonetheless, I find myself addicted.
So I just bought some books for the summer a few weeks ago that I find fit the summer-romance category without making me want to puke, and I figured I’d share with you some of my favorites so far.


First up is quite possibly the QUEEN of summer romance novels, the lovely Sarah Dessen! She currently has 11 books, her newest one being “The Moon and More” which I don’t have yet but believe me, this will change very soon. I would recommend basically any of her books (so far I’ve read 5 of them) but since this is a summer-romance-post, I would recommend you read either “Along for the Ride” or “The Truth About Forever”.

“Along for the Ride” is about the summer one girl, Auden, spends with her father and new step-mom and her baby step-sister. She’s totally against going, but she decides to head down for the summer because of, basically, pure boredom but let me tell you, between insomniacs and jealous-ex-girlfriends and a sort of wayward-yet-adorably-happy-go-lucky brother, you will not be bored.

“The Truth About Forever” is a bit more serious, dealing with harsh themes such as the father of the main heroine, Macy, dying suddenly before the start of the novel. Although it is a summer-romance novel featuring a beautiful star-crossed-lovers-dilema, I find the family problems that are discussed just as interesting, giving the novel a sort of second-story than just two teenage kids in love.

But basically anything by Sarah Dessen is a safe choice. I find her books not only a quick read for the beach but captivating and, yes, the love-stories are always good. Except for “Dreamland”, that is one depressing as hell story, so if you’re looking for sappy romances, I say those two are her best yet


And then there’s “The Summer of No Regrets” by Katherine Grace Bond. I’ve never read her before, but this book surprised me. I expected a cute romance of a couple who emerged when the girl just decided to let go and the boy gave her an opportunity for love and adventure. But no. Instead, the themes I noticed most  while reading was spirituality, the conflict of opposing religions, loss, and the different effects of depression. No joke. Sure, there’s the cute boy who moved in next door who looks a little bit too much like a movie-hottie who gets this thing for the heroine when she saved him from a cougar (ah, there you are you slightly-predictable-yet-unbearably-addictive-romance storyline!) But seriously, this book is a breath of fresh air while supplying the much-desired summer romance that we all hate to love.


And finally (for now) is “My Life Next Door” by Huntley Fitzpatrick. If you want a summer-romance-to-the-extreme sort of novel, this is just perfect for you. It’s the classic girl-meets-boy-next-door situation but there’s a twist that even the Fictionista in me had screaming at Mr. Fitzpatrick for his evilness. It’s a bit of a longer read than I imagined it would be, but it was still a good book and I would strongly recommend it for a lazy beach day or rainy night.



Well, that’s it for now, once I read some more I’ll post them. I hope you guys enjoy!!

–A Fictionista


How’s summer where you are? Here it’s either unbearably hot or, like today, sweatshirt-and-jean weather! What are some of your favorite summer-romance novels? Do you already have some summer-books lined up? Let me know in the comments below(: