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ghostdrive) wrote2005-07-02 11:07 pm
ghostdrive) wrote2005-07-02 11:07 pm
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Love Letters
Just got back from my cousin's 15th birthday party, and it was....decent. Haha, I'm probably not the best judge since parties are not my thing. All I know is that the hearing in my ears is muffled due to way too loud music, and that I had more butts rubbed on my shoulder than needed (our table was too close to the next one, and when anyone would pass by, they would brush against me). Though, Valerie (the birthday girl) looked very pretty in her dress and the cake was better than expected. [Another reason I don't like parties is because the bass from the music thumps in my chest and it is quite unpleasant. ^^;]
Started reading George Asakura's A Perfect Day for Love Letters (released by Del Rey) today, and even after only reading the first two stories, I am in love with it. Guh, I'm a sucker for romance... as long as it isn't SUPER ANGSTY (which is why I stopped reading Mars for awhile. It had enough angst for a soap opera). The art isn't really my cup of tea (the style sort of resembles that of Moyoco Anno,who does Happy Mania and Flowers and Bees), but it suits the stories well.
--The first story, Love Letters in the Library, is about a high school girl, Takase Ririko, who finds a letter from a secret admirer inside of a book (she works at the school library). After receiving another letter from her secret admirer (and a shocking-pink toy frog), she begins to reply back, also leaving her letters in books. They continue to correspond this way until Ririko asks to know who "he" is. That's all I'll say without spoiling it. [I enjoy that it was based mostly in a library. Libraries are some of my favorite places in the world. <-----That statement reeks of much dorkiness *laughs*. ]
--The second , To One Who Doesn't Know Me, also revolves around a high school girl; this ones name is Ayako. One day, on the rooftop of the school she attends, a letter floats past her. She reads it and discovers it was written by Masamura Yasushi, a boy with a wild mass of dark hair and numerous tattoos. He has a reputation of being scary person (both in his appearance and attitude), but the words he writes makes Ayako believe he actually has a pure heart ("I'm touched," she thinks). Even though the letter was addressed to another girl, she writes back a reply and sticks it in his locker. Just like in the first story, they continue to write letters to each other (Ayako sticks hers in his locker, while he tapes his to the door leading to the rooftop) even though Ayako never signs her name. Ayako has fallen in love with this pure-hearted person, while Masamura has no idea who she is. And once again, that's all I'll say about this one without spoiling it. [Is it lame that this story set my heart aflutter? Well it did. I became anxious wondering it Ayako would ever let Masamura know how she felt. I ♥ school-based stories.]
Once the other three stories are read, I'll probably write out short summaries for them as well. [...maybe]
EDIT: This post if funny to me since I've also been mistaken for someone of Asian ethnicity (though their experience is more WTF?!-worthy than mine). I've been asked if I was Chinese or Vietnamese in school by people who already knew I was hispanic. The kicker was when I asked one of them exactly why they thought I was Asian. Their response: 1. I have dark hair. 2. I'm short. 3. I'm very smart. Oh man, I laughed so hard afterward. My mom enjoys joking around that the hospital switched her original children at birth, and that there are some very confused hispanic kids over in Asia.
Started reading George Asakura's A Perfect Day for Love Letters (released by Del Rey) today, and even after only reading the first two stories, I am in love with it. Guh, I'm a sucker for romance... as long as it isn't SUPER ANGSTY (which is why I stopped reading Mars for awhile. It had enough angst for a soap opera). The art isn't really my cup of tea (the style sort of resembles that of Moyoco Anno,who does Happy Mania and Flowers and Bees), but it suits the stories well.
--The first story, Love Letters in the Library, is about a high school girl, Takase Ririko, who finds a letter from a secret admirer inside of a book (she works at the school library). After receiving another letter from her secret admirer (and a shocking-pink toy frog), she begins to reply back, also leaving her letters in books. They continue to correspond this way until Ririko asks to know who "he" is. That's all I'll say without spoiling it. [I enjoy that it was based mostly in a library. Libraries are some of my favorite places in the world. <-----That statement reeks of much dorkiness *laughs*. ]
--The second , To One Who Doesn't Know Me, also revolves around a high school girl; this ones name is Ayako. One day, on the rooftop of the school she attends, a letter floats past her. She reads it and discovers it was written by Masamura Yasushi, a boy with a wild mass of dark hair and numerous tattoos. He has a reputation of being scary person (both in his appearance and attitude), but the words he writes makes Ayako believe he actually has a pure heart ("I'm touched," she thinks). Even though the letter was addressed to another girl, she writes back a reply and sticks it in his locker. Just like in the first story, they continue to write letters to each other (Ayako sticks hers in his locker, while he tapes his to the door leading to the rooftop) even though Ayako never signs her name. Ayako has fallen in love with this pure-hearted person, while Masamura has no idea who she is. And once again, that's all I'll say about this one without spoiling it. [Is it lame that this story set my heart aflutter? Well it did. I became anxious wondering it Ayako would ever let Masamura know how she felt. I ♥ school-based stories.]
Once the other three stories are read, I'll probably write out short summaries for them as well. [...maybe]
EDIT: This post if funny to me since I've also been mistaken for someone of Asian ethnicity (though their experience is more WTF?!-worthy than mine). I've been asked if I was Chinese or Vietnamese in school by people who already knew I was hispanic. The kicker was when I asked one of them exactly why they thought I was Asian. Their response: 1. I have dark hair. 2. I'm short. 3. I'm very smart. Oh man, I laughed so hard afterward. My mom enjoys joking around that the hospital switched her original children at birth, and that there are some very confused hispanic kids over in Asia.