Book Review : Miss Popularity by Rachel Elizabeth Cole

Miss Popularity : A short Story

*Review contains MAJOR spoilers*
I have some major, major, major issues with this book, hence this rating. I started the book, read a few pages and... and... it just ended :O No drama, no chick lit, no male protagonist. I don't even know how to write a review for this! :/

The story starts off with two sisters, Kristen and Laura, who are new in school. Kristen gets famous on the very first day while Laura has an embarrassing day and then the day gets over and they start off for home when Laura gets a note from so - called school hottie Connor Grant (who was just boring to me) saying he thinks Laura is cute and she is shocked and... THE END! JUST THAT! I didn't like this book from any angle! :/

It was incomplete, boring and annoying to me because I was kinda excited about reading it.

If you are hating your current read, then read Miss Popularity and you will have big love for your older read which you earlier called boring. Trust me, it happened with me ! -_-

2 stars from me!

*I got this book in YA Spring Fling*

 

Poem : Separation

I do remember those days
           When my heart had some things to say…
I still feel the pain
            When I think of it again…
Those memories in which I peep
            Leaves my heart in sorrows deep…
  

I do remember those days
             When my heart had something to say…
The helplessness engulfed us like a wave
            Your love was the one which could save…
 The time I spent looking around
            Seeking for stronger bounds…


I do remember the day….
          When my heart had something to say…
                                       Some things to say…
                                               
Gehna Kapoor  ❤

Rain...





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The voice of thunder declares my arrival; 

The rainbow announces my departure.

I am like earthly life, which begins at

The feet of the mad elements and ends 

Under the upraised wings of death.

                                             - Kahlil Gibran, The Song of the Rain.

 

The rain dropped like dotted silver thread, lined with pearls, straight from the heavenly sea, coming through the gates of thunder.

Ali ran fast through the watery winds following the pleasant tune. He ran till he reached the riverside. The brimming river was flowing fast and it’s prattling noise enhanced by the songs of the rain. But above all, came the mellifluous tune.

On the other bank sat a girl playing by herself. The tune was better than any nightingale’s chant and pleasing than any Cuckoo’s song.

He waved at her. She stared at him for a minute and waved back and soon resumed her song.

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I saw him that day, but never again.

He was the first one to follow my song. The angry water took him in its lap and there he lies. He never wakes up, he never will. But I still play near the riverside to attract him but may be the music of my flute is obstructed by the river’s berceuse.

I will play for him.

Always.