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Teen Read Week

On October 17, YALSA is celebrating Teen Read Week 2012 with a Tweet-a-thon. Find out how you can join the conversation.

Teen Reading Week

On October 17, YALSA (Young Adult Library Services Association) is celebrating Teen Read Week 2012 with a Tweet-a-thon. Take part by tweeting with hashtag #TRW12 about your favorite YA and teen books, new trends or genres you’re into, your opinions on award nominees, or your favorite YA book quotes. Or simply browse other people’s recommendations and talk about which books you plan to read this fall!

What To Tweet About

Stuck for ideas? Share your thoughts on books made into movies, what books you can enjoy after reading The Hunger Games, awesome books for boys, sequels that you’re anticipating, or series’ that you’ll read again and again.

Anyone Can Participate

Teen Read Week is a celebration of all YA/teen lit and everyone is encouraged to participate. Whether you’re a teen, a kid or an adult, you’re welcome to tweet about all things regarding YA lit. Join the discussion and help to find innovative ways to get teens reading. There are so many different formats to encourage the love of literature nowadays. Whatever way you enjoy  your YA lit, whether it’s through books, audio books, e-books or magazines, tweet on October 17 about all your faves.

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Will you participate in Teen Read Week? Tell us in our comment section below!

 

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Hunger games books poll

What's your favorite topic in sci-fi books?

  • Dystopias (new corrupt societies, such as The Hunger Games)
  • Post-apocalyptic (end of the world novels, such as Divergent)
  • Epidemics (outbreaks of disease, such as The Scorch Trials)
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I'm serious about the Phandom though. To convince you, you should check out the cherry fic.
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*evil laughing in the distance* You know You should join ThE InKlInGs
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AnnaOfExquizurd
(So, along with being a fanfiction of  The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time , this story is an attempt at a [character] x reader thing, with Duana representing the reader. It'll be Sheik x reader, but... well, you'll see how it works in the story. There'll be plenty of action and people-hitting to go 'round during it, and the buildup to the ship will be gradual. I promise that things that happen in parts 1-3 aren't necessarily terrible attempts at showing affection. I'm not sure how long it'll go, but it'll have at least ten parts of varying length. At the moment, I have four parts done, but I'll not be posting twice in a day. Feel free to voice any ideas or opinions through comments/PM! If you don't like it, I'd appreciate  constructive criticism , not a rant. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!) Part One A Man and a Lyre [Image courtesy of some random person on the Internet. Taken from Google Images.] Duana’s eyes snapped open. A forest. But her last memory was… of being cut into by a Thief's scimitar and falling… in the desert . Was this death? She grunted; attempted getting up. Failed. The nausea finally registered, and the trees spun about her vision. But she couldn’t go unconscious. The king’s forces could be anywhere. Duana would be easy pickings if she was unconscious and they happened to stumble upon her. A second attempt at rising succeeded, and she tightly gripped a tree, sagging against it as the spinning intensified, and she nearly vomited. Slowly, it faded, and she became alert again. She stood upright, looking around; scanning for signs of movement. Her sharp, red eyes at first saw nothing, then noticed a slight trembling of some undergrowth. Duana tensed, but knew she wouldn’t put up much of a fight--regardless of whether she actually fought or decided to run. Promptly, the swaying increased, and then the bushes parted… and a figure came into sight, heading straight towards Duana… ...with the red eye and tear on the navy blue tunic he wore. His eyes were also red, and his ears were pointed. The symbol was the symbol of Duana’s own race; a people trained in shadow and dedicated to protecting the royal family as well as their country, but who had failed miserably in it. Duana gasped in relief, releasing the tension. “I was so paranoid that you were someone working for Ganondorf….” The young man, a fellow Sheikah, tilted his head and frowned. “Ganondorf? He was exiled two decades ago.” “Wha…?” “Nabooru, Sage of Spirit, is now temporarily serving as the Gerudo queen until the next male is born. How do you not know this?” “I….” He peered at her. “What tribe are you from?” “Kakariko.” For a few seconds, he remained staring silently, his face unreadable. “What is your name? And who is your father?” “Duana. My father is Alechjo.” “Alechjo… he doesn’t have a daughter named Duana.” “What… what tribe are you from, then? What is your name?” He paused, drawing himself from thought. “Sheik, son of Geron, of Kakariko. You seem discombobulated. Are you alright?” Duana smiled. Her lips parted to say something, but another wave of nausea slammed into her. It felt like a punch, and she lurched, but the tree kept her upright. “I’m sure you’re not alright,” Sheik firmly said. As he dug through a pouch on his belt, Duana then noticed the lyre peeking around him, held in place on his back by a leather strap running across his chest in a diagonal line. Some of his blond hair escaped a ponytail a few inches long, hanging around his face as it was bent to see inside the pouch.
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