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Today, I'm donating* Rival, by Sara Bennett Wealer:

The girls take turns narrating their story in the present and the past, providing both perspectives on the arc of their friendship. Rival is a solid contemporary YA drama: Brooke and Kathryn have distinct voices and they're both flawed yet relatable. Sara Bennett Wealer deals with both characters fairly: They both do some really rotten things and some really decent things. Even better, she never tips the balance: It never feels like one character is supposed to be more In The Right than the other. Because of that, I never chose one to root for -- and never even wanted to -- which is a rare (and welcome) thing when it comes to this sort of story.

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*In case you missed it, I took over the running of my town library last week, and every day that I've worked, I've donated a book. Or two.

Last week, I took the reins at my town's library, and since then, I've been donating a book every day that I work.

I'm doing so partly because I'm working within the constraints of a small collections budget that has to be stretched across all areas of the library, but mostly because I have MORE BOOKS THAN ANY ONE PERSON COULD POSSIBLY NEED, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: No Safety in Numbers, by Dayna Lorentz:

...while the book veers more Generic Action Movie (lots of conflict, characters defined by a few major traits, not much depth or development) than Critic-Pleasing, Soon-to-Be-Award winner (for example), I enjoyed it unreservedly. The tension ramps up nicely as people start turning on each other, and even more so as characters begin to realize just how Little Brother-creepy their situation is, what with the government controlling the flow of information in—and out—of the mall.

Last week, I took the reins at my town's library, and since then, I've been donating a book every day that I work.

I'm doing so partly because I'm working within the constraints of a small collections budget that has to be stretched across all areas of the library, but mostly because I have MORE BOOKS THAN ANY ONE PERSON COULD POSSIBLY NEED, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: The Friday Society, by Adrienne Kress:

Considering the cover art, it’s not surprising that Adrienne Kress’ The Friday Society has been billed in more than one place (including here at Kirkus) as a sort-of steampunk Charlie’s Angels.  And while it’s not always safe to judge books by their covers, in this case, what you see is what you get.

I live in a small town with a small library, and unsurprisingly, my small library has the sort of small budget that calls for lots of creative thinking and whatnot.

And since now—as of last week!—I'm RUNNING THE SHOW at the library, I've decided to donate a book every day that I work. After all, I have PLENTY, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: Starstruck, by Rachel Shukert:

On the scale of realistic-yet-frothy historical fiction starring female protagonists—with What I Saw and How I Lied on the OMG, IT'S AHMAZING end, Vixen on the OMG, WHAT AM I READING end, and The Luxe squarely in the middle—Starstruck has more in common with The Luxe than the others. It has a similar format, in that the focus rotates through the main characters; it has some of the same character archetypes, including the not-so-pretty girl who resents the ridiculously sweet & pure ingenue; and it has a similar feel, in that it's super-soap-operatic and somewhat over-the-top and totally entertaining.

Unless otherwise noted, all donated books come from my personal collection, and have been reviewed by me, either here or at Kirkus Reviews.

I live in a small town with a small library, and unsurprisingly, my small library has the sort of small budget that calls for lots of creative thinking and whatnot.

And since now—as of Monday!—I'm RUNNING THE SHOW at the library, I've decided to donate a book every day that I work. After all, I have PLENTY, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: Rapture Practice, by Aaron Hartzler:

...one of the main threads of Hartzler’s narrative is his journey towards understanding that the beliefs to which his family so wholeheartedly, devotedly and genuinely subscribes...aren’t necessarily the same as his. Much of the conflict centers around faith, the form it takes and how we display it, but the harder emotions he grapples with—doubt, anger, confusion and heartbreak—are universal to adolescence, and to coming-of-age. Rapture Practice is about how he finds his way through all that and ultimately makes peace not just with how he’s different from his family, but how they’re different from him.

Unless otherwise noted, all donated books come from my personal collection, and have been reviewed by me, either here or at Kirkus Reviews.

I live in a small town with a small library, and unsurprisingly, my small library has the sort of small budget that calls for lots of creative thinking and whatnot.

And since now—as of today!—I'm RUNNING THE SHOW at the library, I've decided to donate a book every day that I work. After all, I have PLENTY, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: Catch Rider, by Jennifer H. Lyne:

Sid is hardscrabble and feisty, and her dry delivery and her distinctive narration made me think of a younger version of Dairy Queen's D.J. Schwenk. Like D.J., she's also got working class roots, a crazy-strong work ethic, a you-say-stubborn-I-say-persistent nature and she lives in a small town where everyone knows everyone. Sid and the setting reminded me of Dairy Queen, but her drive and her knowledge reminded me of the heroines in Joan Bauer's earlier books: in those, they always have a passion for a particular topic, and Sid's passion is just as inspiring and contagious and impressive as any of theirs.

Unless otherwise noted, all donated books come from my personal collection, and have been reviewed by me, either here or at Kirkus Reviews.

I live in a small town with a small library, and unsurprisingly, my small library has the sort of small budget that calls for lots of creative thinking and whatnot.

And since now—as of Monday!—I'm RUNNING THE SHOW at the library, I've decided to donate a book every day that I work. After all, I have PLENTY, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: Black City, by Elizabeth Richards:

You've probably already guessed where the story is headed, and you aren't wrong: but that's not to say that there aren't some twists along the way. Since the prose stylings are neither squee-inducing nor remotely offensive, it'll be the plotting, the characters, and the world-building that attract or repel readers: and as Black City has a lot in common with other recent bestsellers, it should be pretty easy to figure out whether or not you should pick it up.

Unless otherwise noted, all donated books come from my personal collection, and have been reviewed by me, either here or at Kirkus Reviews.

I live in a small town with a small library, and unsurprisingly, my small library has the sort of small budget that calls for lots of creative thinking and whatnot.

And since now—as of yesterday!—I'm RUNNING THE SHOW at the library, I've decided to donate a book every day that I work. After all, I have PLENTY, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: Far Far Away, by Tom McNeal:

An impending foreclosure; a runaway mother; a father who won’t leave his bed; a televised trivia challenge; special cakes that are rumored to make people fall in love; a new friendship and a prank turned ugly; a suspicious sheriff's deputy; a baker who looks like Santa Claus; an unlikely act of forgiveness; a mysterious antagonist; and through it all, a sense of impending doom, dread and darkness: You name it, Far Far Away probably has it.

I live in a small town with a small library, and unsurprisingly, my small library has the sort of small budget that calls for lots of creative thinking and whatnot.

And since now—as of today!—I'm RUNNING THE SHOW at the library, I've decided to donate a book every day that I work. After all, I have PLENTY, and it'll make me happy to share.

Today's book: Shadow and Bone, by Leigh Bardugo:

The onion domes suggest Russia. The font suggests historical fiction, while the red lines in the font point more specifically toward a war story. The title and color scheme suggest dark and spooky. The swooping lines suggest romance, either lurrrve or heroism. And the whole package suggests classic fairy tale.*

And that’s sort of what it is.

Unless otherwise noted, all donated books come from my personal collection, and have been reviewed by me, either here or at Kirkus Reviews.

Once you discount the series books (Mercy Watson, Wishbone, Buffy, Boxcar Children), there are surprisingly few stories about drive-ins in the kidlit world.

So someone might want to jump on that.

Years later, and the first paragraph of Marjorie Reynolds' The Starlite Drive-In still kills me:

I wasn't there when they dug up the bones at the old drive-in theater, but I heard about them within the hour. In a small town, word travels like heat lightening across a parched summer sky. Irma Schmidt phoned Aunt Bliss and delivered the news with such volume that her voice carried across the kitchen to where I was sitting.

Love that.

Anyway, it's one of those that is often categorized as YA (that's where it was shelved in the library I borrowed it from, and School Library Journal reviewed it as such), but I don't personally really consider it to be YA: the majority of the storyline takes place when Callie is twelve or thirteen, yes, but she's also looking back on the whole thing from adulthood.

YA appeal? TOTALLY. But her voice and her perspective would make me more inclined to shelve it with the grown-up books.

Or at least cross-promote it.

Regardless of what shelf it should go on, it's a good one.

Which, you know, was SCANDALOUS.

I've got to say: this semi-regular series has been HELL on my wallet. Because every time I find a historical fact I want to highlight, I start combing through my old reviews (and Novelist), looking for something that fits... and then I end up ordering a whole bunch of other books that catch my eye.

IT'S GETTING BAD.

Anyway, in honor of Elvis and his hips, I shall point you back to my post about Autum Cornwell's Carpe Diem, which, among other things, features a character who talks like John Wayne and has hair like Elvis: sideburns, pompadour and all.

From my post:

Vassar Spore is the daughter of an efficiency expert and a life coach. She has her life planned out—in detail—for the next ten years.

On her sixteenth birthday, she receives a UPS package from her artist grandmother, who she's never met in person. It contains a plane ticket to Singapore.

Of course, Vassar has no intention of going, and her parents have no intention of letting her go. For one, no Spore has ever even left the state, let alone the country—for another, missing her summer classes would mean falling behind in her battle with Wendy Stupacker for valedictorian. It would not fit into The Plan.

Man, I love that cover. I loved it when the book first came out, and I continue to love it now.

I haven't been able to find anything about who started Lucky Penny Day, or why.

Which leads me to realize that creating these "national days" is a pretty serious free-for-all. CLEARLY WE NEED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT AND COME UP WITH SOME NEW ONES.

Anyway, despite the dubious nature of this "holiday", I shall point you back to my old post about Jennifer L. Holm's Penny from Heaven anyway, because I'll use any old excuse to highlight a good book:

My affection for Holm's characters just sort of crept up on me—I hadn't realized how much I cared about them until Something Bad Happened and I found myself crying. 

The story itself starts off quiet and lightly comic: Penny tells the reader about her various family members and has some adventures with her cousin Frankie. She does mention the fact that her mother hardly ever talks about her father, and never talks about the circumstances of his death—that in itself was enough to alert me to the fact that there was Rough Stuff Ahead.

So many options here!

We could go with characters who LOVE Sherlock Holmes, like Ingrid from Peter Abrahams' Echo Falls books, or Christopher from The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time or Colin Fischer from er, Colin Fischer.

Or we could go with books in which Doyle appears/is mentioned, like Jenny Davidson's The Explosionist* or the one where he teams up with Oscar Wilde to solve a mystery (I haven't read it, but have been meaning to for ages), or the series where he works with Charles Dodgson to solve mysteries. (<--I have no idea if those are any good, but I totally just ordered the first one, because HELLO, HOW COULD I BE EXPECTED TO RESIST THAT TEAM?)

Or one of the versions of Young Sherlock Holmes, like the one with the Bieber hair or the Shane Peacock series (which I haven't tried yet... should I?). Or Old Sherlock Holmes, as in the fabulous Mary Russell books.

Or books his brother, Mycroft, appears in, like the Thursday Next books (LOVE the new cover on The Eyre Affair), or the Quinn Fawcett ones that I haven't tried. Or Nancy Springer's series about their pretend sister, Enola. 

BUT. As is probably evident by the image to the right, I'm going with Neil Gaiman's story 'A Study in Emerald', which appears in Fragile Things:

A Sherlock Holmes story set in the world of H. P. Lovecraft. Loved it so much I've been babbling about it to everyone who will listen regardless of whether they A) are interested or B) know who H. P. Lovecraft is. Loved it so much I immediately ILLed Shadows over Baker Street, the collection it originally appeared in. I'm waiting with bated breath. (Or I would be, if I wasn't busy obsessively playing Okami.)

WHEW.

So, I'm sure I missed your favorite: tell me all about it in the comments!

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*OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT BOOK SO MUCH HAVE YOU READ IT WHY NOT GO READ IT I'LL WAIT RIGHT HERE OH MY GOD DIDN'T YOU JUST LOVE IT SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Noel Fielding, in case you're tragically unaware of who he is, is one of the Mighty Boosh guys.

I adore him, both in his Vince Noir persona on The Mighty Boosh and as himself as a team captain on Never Mind the Buzzcocks. Whenever we re-watch the Boosh—or any episode of Buzzcocks in which he appears—I swoon all over the living room. Whilst giggling maniacally, of course.

And Josh doesn't even mind, because A) how can you get jealous over Random Dude on TV and B) he has a bit of a mancrush on him, too.

ANYWAY. So, the first season of The Mighty Boosh is set in a zoo, so I'm going to point you back to Cecil Castellucci's Queen of Cool, in which the title character signs up for an internship at the Los Angeles Zoo, and it turns out to be a life-changing experience:

I ESPECIALLY loved it that Libby's transformation took TIME. She doesn't work a day at the zoo and all of a sudden miraculously appreciate Tina and Sheldon and the others (including Sid, who I loved). It was a slow process, and I got the feeling that Libby was aware it was happening, though A) she didn't want to admit it was happening and B) she fought it. All that complexity and yet, light enough for beach reading. Way impressive.

I was going to embed a Noel Fielding clip, but then I fell into the Youtube vortex and just lost, like, an hour. I LOST AN HOUR WATCHING CLIPS I'VE ALREADY WATCHED A ZILLION TIMES BEFORE.

My brain, I weep for it.

While there are loads and loads of Hollywood-themed YA books—most recently, I especially enjoyed Rachel Shukert's Starstruck—I'm going to point you back to Cecil Castellucci's first book, Boy Proof.

Which, many years and many books later, is still my favorite Castellucci.

It's about Victoria—call her Egg—the daughter of a has-been actress and a Oscar-winning special effects artist: 

She is extremely bright, and likes people to be aware of that fact. She likes routine and she likes to be in control. She likes to be seen as a loner. Although she's a photographer for the school newspaper and is a member of the sci-fi club, she avoids much interaction with her fellow students. She isn't (that) rude—she will talk to them if asked a direct question, but she doesn't generally initiate conversation. She's comfortable with the way things are.   

I fell for this book immediately. Ron Koertge called it "compulsively readable", and I agree. I read half of it last night, then tossed and turned for ages before I finally gave up on sleep and got up to finish it.

Love.

Other favorite Hollywood books?

And from a supercomputer beating a world champion at chess, it's just ONE SMALL STEP TO THE TERMINATOR.

And from the Terminator, it's just ONE SMALL STEP TO A SENTIENT PRISON THAT IS MAYBE POSSIBLY A LITTLE BIT BANANAS.

Then again, we could end up with Data instead, so maybe it's worth the risk...

Anyway, from my post about Incarceron:

Finn, a member of the especially brutal Comitatus, woke up three years ago with no memory of his past. Some of his fellow prisoners believe that Finn is 'cell-born', a child of Incarceron, created by Incarceron, while others believe he is simply half-mad. What he believes is quite different: He believes he came from Outside. Though no one has left Incarceron in over a century (except one legendary man), Finn believes his flashbacks of a life Before, his knowledge of things he could never have known or experienced Inside, could have come from nowhere but Outside. 

On the Outside is Claudia. The Warden's daughter, she has been raised to be the next Queen. She lives in a world forced to adhere to the traditions, culture and technology of 17th-century life. Finn's world is brutally violent, and Claudia's world is no less so -- it's just less obvious. Violence, political machinations, blackmail and assassinations are hidden behind complex and formal etiquette. Within Incarceron, there are fights to the death.  Outside, there are dangerous secret alliances, a secret society, even a secret religion. 

I finally, finally read Sapphique a little while back... I should probably write about it, eh?

If you're a fan of Elizabeth Peters, then chances are, you already know Howard Carter.

But, just in case you don't, I shall tell you: he's the archaeologist credited with finding the tomb of King Tutankhamun.

At first, I figured I'd highlight Wrapped, since it's a hugely entertaining Egyptology-themed mystery.

BUT THEN I REMEMBERED The Professor's Daughter. 

And while I enjoyed Wrapped, I LOOOOOOOVED The Professor's Daughter. It's a hugging book. Like, I love it so much that whenever I pick it up, I feel the need to hug it:

Lillian is the daughter of Professor Bowell, the eminent Egyptologist. One day, while the Professor is out, Lillian wants to go to Kensington. As she can't go out unchaperoned, she brings along Imhotep IV. Who is a mummy.

Brief moment for gushing about the adorablosity of it all: How did Sfar and Guibert make Imhotep IV (who, other than a bump for a nose, has no real visible facial features) a wicked hottie? Is it the cigarette holder? The top hat? The spats? Or is it his romantic nature? His melancholy? His tragic background? Whatever it is, it works. I fell in lurve with him by the end of the first page.

A teeny bit of background from the LA Times:

While I know there must be other applicable books, the first one that comes to mind is Marie Lu's Legend, since the heroine, June, is also famous for a military first: she's the first one in history to have earned a perfect score on the test that decides the future of every citizen: 

Cinematic action, romance, politics, extremely sketchy medical experiments, some possible Soylent Green-ish doings (<--that one is extremely unlikely, but sicko that I am, I can't help but hope for it), codes, cage fights, and a couple of seriously shocking-ass moments... Legend is fun stuff. I don't know if I totally buy the speed at which June and Day trust each other (especially after [REDACTED]) and for people that should be mega-guarded and focused on life-and-death stuff, they sure do think about the smoochies a whole lot, but that certainly didn't stop me from reading it in one sitting.

Man, I NEED to read Prodigy.

I'd forgotten about all of the bizarre details of that theft... most notably that it only took 50 seconds and that the thieves left a note that said, "Thousand thanks for the bad security!" Talk about adding insult to injury, YEESH.

Anyway, when it comes to art thieves, the first thing I think of is (probably obviously) Ally Carter's Heist Society series. 

While I TOTALLY appreciated its appeal factor, I wasn't overly enthused about the first book, but Carter completely won me over with Uncommon Criminals:

While Heist Society relied on TELLing and infodumps to Set the Stage, Uncommon Criminals didn't. True, that was partly because the storyline had already been set in place in Book One, but it was mostly because the comparable section in this book—the part at the beginning where Carter reminds old readers What Is What and gets new readers up to speed—was handled much more gracefully. So that was really nice to see, and much more enjoyable to read. Recommended to the usual suspects: fans of the Gallagher Girls and chick-lit-ish mysteries.

Heist Society is going to be a movie, and I think it'll translate really well to screen—though after reading this one, I think it might be even more fun as a CW series. Now that Kat is doing the Robin Hood thing, it's basically Leverage with teenagers.

I should probably ILL Perfect Scoundrels, huh?

According to Wikipedia, people celebrating Honesty Day "may ask any question they choose and the opposing person should give a truthful and straightforward answer". 

So basically, it's the WORST DAY EVER for the folks on Revenge*.

So, obviously, today is a lovely day to revisit Justine Larbalestier's Liar, which was understandably divisive, but which I absolutely adored:

Liar is a fantastic book. Quite often, the more something is lauded, the less I end up liking it, because my expectations end up getting heightened, heightened, heightened to nearly impossible-to-achieve levels. This was one of those rare cases in which, for me, the praise has all been completely justified. I loved it. I thought it was outstanding, outstanding, outstanding. The writing, the plotting, the characterization, the pacing, the format, the newness of it. Lately I've been feeling a little bit burnt on the YA, but this one has rejuvenated me. No exaggerations.

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*Which, by the way, has had a pretty weak season. Although now that Jack has gotten all Revenge-y (HOLY COW, HE EVEN GAVE NOLAN A REVENGE HUG!!), my interest is ramping up again. And, regardless of how terrible it gets, I'll keep watching because of Henry Czerny's portrayal of Conrad Grayson. He is SO BITCHILY EVIL, and is HANDS DOWN the best part of the show. (Nolan and his wardrobe were my favorite characters in season one, but he's been mostly sidelined this year, and I feel that his clothes have also been sadly toned down.)

Characters I could do without: Declan, Ashley, Daniel, Aiden, Fauxmanda, Padma, the Ryan Brothers, the entire Initiative except Burn Gorman BUT OH WAIT.

Thirty-two innings were played over the course of the 18th and 19th, and the final inning was played two months later, on June 23. (The Pawtucket Red Sox won 3-2.) There's lots more information at the Wikipedia page, as well as lots of links pointing to various accounts of it, etc. Pretty cool story, right?

It makes me want to re-read W.P. Kinsella's The Iowa Baseball Confederacy, because IT IS AWESOME and it deals with a baseball game that lasts for over 2,000 innings. (At least, that's how I remember it. It's been a while.)

Anyway, as I've never written about that one, I shall point you back to my post about Brian Meehl's Out of Patience, which deals with baseball, toilets, a mythical plunger, a tornado, and any number of other things:

Over a hundred years ago, Jake's great-great-great grandfather installed the first flush toilet west of the Mississippi. One thing lead to another, and a fire-and-brimstone-type named Anders Cass called down a curse on the town—when the Plunger of Destiny returns, the final destruction will begin!

Other baseball books that I love: Shoeless Joe, Gold Dust, Last Days of Summer, My Most Excellent Year, Wait Till Next Year, The Aurora County All-Stars... you?

In his honor, I shall point you back to my post about his only* YA book: Slam.

Which I hated:

But it's just not happening. Sam—and the rest of the people in the book—they're not people. They're just characters.  I don't believe in them**. Therefore, I don't care about them. Therefore, the book isn't holding my interest whatsoever, and, I'm finding it, in a word, boring.

I feel a little guilty highlighting it, since it's his birthday and all.

So I shall also mention that I loved High Fidelity and About a Boy: the books AS WELL AS the movie adaptations, both of which significantly deviated from the source material, but both of which were super in their own right.

Question the first: Should I go back and give Slam another chance? 

Question the second: Which, if any, YA titles have given you that Hornby vibe?

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*Unless he wrote another one and I missed it?

I've been trying to highlight older books in this series, but I'm going to go ahead and use Harriet Quimby's flight across the English Channel as an excuse to, once again, mention how fabulous Elizabeth Wein's Code Name Verity is: IT IS SUPER-DUPER-ULTRA FABULOUS, AND I SAY THAT EVEN THOUGH IT MADE ME CRY BUCKETS OF TEARS.

(Speaking of buckets of tears? Ten months after Harriet Quimby—she of the custom-made, purple satin flying suit—made the English Channel crossing, she and her manager died during an exhibition.

From Eyewitness to History:

On July 1st, during an exhibition, Harriet flew the event's manager with her to Boston Light at the harbor's entrance. On the return leg, the crowd watched in horror as the plane suddenly lurched and first the manager and then Harriet were flung to their deaths in the harbor 500 feet below. Harriet's aviation career had lasted only eleven months - her candle had burned briefly but brightly.

Ag. But, back to happier things: LIKE HER JUMPSUIT.)

Anyway, Code Name Verity. Love it.

Love it, love it, love it some more.

While Stacey McGill will probably be the first kidlit or YA character with diabetes to leap to many minds, she's not the character I immediately think of. No, the first character I think of is Pete Hautman's Lucy Szabo from Sweetblood. Because she's got a great voice and a hugely entertaining take on her diabetes: 

It seems clear to me that diabetes in the Middle Ages led to the folktales that led to Bram Stoker's book that led to Anne Rice's novels and Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all the other vampire stuff. Diabetics were the original, the real vampires. They weren't evil or superpowerful or immortal. They were just sick. Like me. I'm actually a proto-vampire. When I take an insulin shot now, I think of it as vampire vaccine. If I quit taking insulin altogether I would become that starving vampire girl from the Middle Ages. I might come crashing into your house and eat your pork stew.

Or whatever.

Love her. I should re-read that one.

Other characters? I can't think of many. Uncle Lester in The Cardturner, the grandmother in No Safety in Numbers, girls in a couple of Lurlene McDaniel books... Oh, and I think that the main character in Butter has diabetes, but I haven't read it yet. (THOUGH I REALLY, REALLY WANT TO. MUST ILL IT SOON.)

Others?

Robert Carlyle is awesome. Basically, if he's in it, I'll watch it.

I resisted watching Once Upon a Time for ages—I don't have any sort of logical reason to offer up other than that I was disappointed in Grimm, and so that turned me off in regards to fairytale shows?—but I eventually broke down and started watching because I couldn't bear to miss out on Robert Carlyle as Rumpelstiltskin.

(It probably helped that it got added to Netflix Streaming, too.)

Anyway, in honor of his birthday, I'm pointing you back to my old post about Elizabeth C. Bunce's A Curse as Dark as Gold, winner of the 2009 Morris Award:

Curse has loads of atmosphere and the story feels familiar but, at the same time, new and different and surprising. Elizabeth C. Bunce's spin on protective circles was simple and just (I can't believe I'm about to say this, but here goes) lovely, and her Author's Note provides not only suggestions for further exploration but also her issues with the original story.

LOVE. THAT. BOOK.

Other Rumpelstiltskin reimiaginings that I should be aware of?