I'll watch The Hunger Games until Twilight, then meet Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. I'm in a Delirium Across the Universe, and I want to take a Maximum Ride Before I Fall.
A Princess of Roumania will teach me The Westing Game and tell me about The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner. I'll listen, Beastly and Unleashed, sitting in a room full of Glass Houses. It's Life As We Knew It, baby. We're Identical, performing in the Cirque Du Freak right after The Mysterious Benedict Society.
The Host is a Great and Terrible Beauty, a Graceling really. She tells me about Dreaming Anastasia and I keep it Hush, Hush for The Summoning. I follow The Golden Compass to the Uglies and we Shift, seeing Things Not Seen and playing Ender's Game because Midnight Never Comes in Fablehaven.
I stand in The Forest of Hands and Teeth, where the Beautiful Dead dance with The Midnight Twins and Leviathan. They sing a song called The Black Tattoo and Lord Loss watches them, Devoured by his Skin Hunger. The City of Ember fights his Faerie Wars, his Revenge of the Witch, and The Young City burns. The Orphans of Chaos lose their home to The Watcher, The Thief of Always.
When I'm XVI, I'll be Empty on The Brimstone Network, feeling like The Knife of Never Letting Go. It'll be a Shadowed Summer then, playing out in the Shadow Hills where the Ship Breaker welds Perfect Chemistry and chases the Huntress into the City of Fallen Angels.
If I Stay, I'll Need Deception. Past The Humming of Numbers, an Other will trade me the Bones of Faerie for his Runemarks. I'll become The Maze Runner, Fallen once again, Evermore, with The Sight and my Divergent Cryer's Cross. Obernewtyn will read me The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod and I'll become a Guardian of the Dead, The Tear Collector, trapped in Attica and officially -
All previously-read titles on my YA bookshelf. Thought I'd go for some poetry today.