Hello Fellow Bloggers!

You probably already figured this out by now, but my real name isn't Scarlett Letterson. In case you did not realize that, you might want to go get a brain scan, just to make sure everything's functioning alright. Maybe there is something wrong with you after all and I just saved you many years of wondering why you're such a loner. Your welcome.
Okay, basically I created this blog for no apparent reason... I know, I'm random. ;D Lately I've been thinking... Why do people blog? The multimillion dollar question. I know many people who blog daily, emptying their system of their frustrations and emotions. I never understood it. After all, I'm not an open book, my emotions are bottled up inside of me... somewhere. I don't know where, but it's somewhere. So, that's why I'm giving blogging a try. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll see me on the street corners, stopping cars and asking them if they want to hear my life story for five dollars. In case that happens, I'm warning everyone out there, whenever you see someone on the street corner, stop and ask him/her if they know a SL. If they don't know me, shame on them! But if they do, run away screaming at the top of your lungs "I KNOW WHERE SL IS!!!!!" I'll find you in a nanosecond and you can pay me ten dollars--I think I said five dollars before, but I'm making the price higher just for you--and hear my wonderful and amazing story. (Note: If you fall asleep, don't be surprised when you're suddenly awakened by a gallon of ice-cold water dropped on you .)

Anyways... you want to hear my story? Okay, are you ready?
I was born in Chicago, Illinois and lived there for ten years. My dad (John) was a builder. I never knew the specifications of his job since he died a couple of years later when I was ten. My mom was a stay at home kind of mother. When I was five, my mother (Janet) was pregnant again with my younger sister. I was ecstatic, only to regret it in the later years when my sister (Let's call her Allison) started to talk. I know many of you have gone through that process too... It's sad, really. When I was ten, and Ally was five, my dad suddenly died of a stroke. It was one of those surprise attacks on your heart that take years to heal. My mother, acting on instinct, flew us to California where we've been living ever since that day. It's summer now in California, and I've got all this time on my hands so that's the reason of my blogging: boredom. *I've taken an interest to writing lately and, so far, I've written one hundred pages. If you're good, I'll post some sneak peeks of my book. :)
The End! Not much to my life, huh?

*I've also decided, that every week after my blog, I'll post a review of a book I've been reading lately. Don't worry, I'll only review awesome books.
This week, my friend recommended that I read The Lovely Bones.
Overview: The Lovely Bones is the story of Susie Salmon, who is raped and killed when she is only fourteen. However, rather than write this story as a thriller, which had been done many times before, Alice Sebold (the author) tells it from Susie's perspective: the dead victim tells her own story. This shifts the focus from suspense to the emotional impact of such a crime. The Lovely Bones evokes in minute detail just how much was taken from this young girl, and how much she missed out on, but it also traces in exquisite, painful detail how this violent and undeserved crimes distorts her family.
My Overview: This book was written beautifully, every page transported you into Susie Salmon's world: full of grief, pain, and also hope. The author manages to describe the emotions that people go through when a loved one passes away. She also explores the depth of losing someone and how their death impacts even the most inconsequential people in many different ways.