Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Butterflys
Transgender 9 year old
AGAIN with the timing
Behind the Story.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Butterfly Correlation
Parents after the ending
Monday, October 3, 2011
ending
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Luna Reviews
Reviews
1 | 2 | 3 stars | 4 stars | 5 stars |
What people are saying
writing | "Amazing writing--catching the nuances, very well done." | |||
ending | "The ending of the book seems realistic." | |||
plotline | "Last LUNA has the best plot ever and I rated a 5 star!" |
End Result?
I. Hate. This. Book.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Regan and Liam
Regan: Regan is a 16-year-old sophomore in high school. She often puts the needs of others, mainly her brother Liam/Luna, before herself. Because of this, she does not feel like she has an identity of her own. Throughout the course of the book, she develops a relationship with a classmate named Chris, and desires to spend more time with him making herself happy and less time looking out for Liam as she transitions to Luna permanently.
Luna/Liam: Luna is a transgendered 17-year-old born in the body of a boy, Liam. Luna is the name she adopts as her female name, her real name. Luna is a smart, pleasant individual, as shown by her top grades and positive demeanor towards her often rude parents. She is also fashion forward, which makes Regan envious. She is often portrayed as being lost in her own world while she is Liam during the day. Luna needs Regan to help her become Luna by using her room to dress up in, but mainly she needs Regan for her emotional support as she begins her transition in public places like the mall, and Taco Bell.
this is why this book was written!?
She said, “Write about me.”
I said, "No. Go away. Come back later."
She did, the next night. "Write about me."
“No,” I said. “But who are you?”
She replied, “I’m Luna.”
I remember thinking, That would make a great title for a YA novel. But I wasn’t ready to start a new book. I fended Luna off, for weeks and weeks. Finally, I just got so irritated with her waking me up at three A.M., I sniped, “What? Write what? What’s your story?”
She smiled, demurely, and said, “I’m transsexual.”
Whoa.