i’m an avid dreamer. sounds strange (or stereotypical), but for as long as i could remember i loved dreaming – literally and figuratively. the moon, stars, and all dream-like things tugged towards me. i don’t remember any literal dreams, but i have a handful of figurative dreams i do remember – dreams of how places would be, events would partake, and people i’d meet.
i’ve had two figurative dreams as of late. the first looks something like this: traveling the world, living in a bustling city, and spending a lot of time perfecting an art that can never be perfect. i dream of tying pointe shoe ribbons, twirling on bruised toes, and flying across theaters larger than life. i can see it as if it’s reality; i can see it as if it’s happening now. however i’ll be honest, dancing ballet wasn’t always my dream. i didn’t grow up loving ballet (quite the opposite, actually); ballet grew on me – slow, persistent, unmoving. for this, i think the dream chose the dreamer.
my second dream is one i didn’t realize i had until much later. i see myself creating content in all mediums, and contributing in any way i can. for a while there, i thought each person was only allowed one dream and if you choose another, it meant you weren’t dedicated enough. it meant you didn’t believe in your first dream enough. however, in this second one, i can fulfill it and still do anything, be anything. why can’t i do both, be both? i see myself taking pictures, writing stories, giving advice, and all the while helping anyone in any way. i also see myself dancing in here – as well as traveling and twirling. i didn’t realize, but ballet is also a form of creation. perhaps it isn’t all that strange to have more than one dream and perhaps the two dreams aren’t so different after all.
when the first dream chose me, i didn’t know what the dream really was. i only saw it as ballet, but now i know it’s more about creating. creation can be taken in any form, including creating one’s self. while the first dream chose me, i chose the second dream. (in reality, it’s just one big strange dream.) i believe we’re all dreamers. we all have goals and ideas and emotions; we all have a story to tell – to the world, or yourself, or both. here’s my story: i’m a dreamer and dancer, creator and contributor, and i will always follow my dreams – not matter how strange and impossible. ☾
here’s the exciting part: a giveaway!!!
this giveaway is sponsored by Little, Brown & Co. thank you theNovl for providing the prizes!
terms and conditions:
- one winner will receive a US copy of Strange the Dreamer, a sleep mask, an aromatherapy mist, and a luna moth enamel pin (noted in the picture)
- this giveaway is open to US only
- you must be 18 or older, or have your parents’ permission to release a mailing address
- you will be disqualified for picking up entries you did not do
- you may only use one account to enter
- if the winner doesn’t respond in 48 hours, i will choose another winner
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some info about the book:Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor
on March 28th 2017
Genres: Young Adult Fiction, Fantasy, Epic, Action & Adventure, General, Family, Social Themes, Friendship
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The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around--and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he's been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance to lose his dream forever.
What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?
The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries--including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo's dreams. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? and if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real?
In this sweeping and breathtaking new novel by National Book Award finalist Laini Taylor, author of the New York Times bestselling Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy, the shadow of the past is as real as the ghosts who haunt the citadel of murdered gods. Fall into a mythical world of dread and wonder, moths and nightmares, love and carnage.
Welcome to Weep.
i’m honestly so in love with this book. it surpassed my sky-high expectations and is incredibly beautiful inside and out. my love for Strange the Dreamer is one that continues to grow with every breath; it’s a book i know i’ll reread in two years and continue to cry and annotate all the same.
one of my favorite quotes:
“The desire to not die had never been so piercing. It was like hearing a song so beautiful that you understood not only the meaning of art, but life. It gutted him, and buoyed him, ripped out his hearts and gave them back together. He was desperate to not die, and even more than that, to live.