Julie Murphy's SIDE EFFECTS MAY VARY launches on March 18th. And here's a little bit about it:
The Fault in Our Stars meets Sarah Dessen in this lyrical novel about a girl with cancer who creates a take-no-prisoners bucket list that sets off a war at school—only to discover she's gone into remission.
When sixteen-year-old Alice is diagnosed with leukemia, she vows to spend her final months righting wrongs. So she convinces her best friend to help her with a crazy bucket list that's as much about revenge as it is about hope. But just when Alice's scores are settled, she goes into remission, and now she must face the consequences of all she's said and done.
Sounds awesome, right? So to celebrate, Julie has asked everyone to join her and Alice in making our own bucket lists.
Now anyone who knows me knows that I love making lists. Or rather, I don’t know how I’d function without lists. So when Julie said, “Hey create a bucket list,” I jumped on it. And then I began to think.
Had I made a bucket list a year ago it would have looked something like this (in no particular order):
- Publish a book
- Become a mother
- Buy a house
- Visit the Galapagos Islands
- Get caught up on Downton Abbey (seriously, I’ve just finished season one – this could take a while)
- Learn to play the fiddle.
- Have a drink with Bono (because if you’re going to dream, you might as well dream big)
And now....well, I've done the first two things on that list. I'm certain that the house will come in time. And some day, when I've finished edits and revisions and maybe even writing something new, I'll at least start season two of Downton. Although alas, unless I find a left-handed Irish fiddle teacher, I might have to admit defeat on that one.
Which leaves...the Galapagos which may or may not happen and drinks with Bono which is unlikely, but not something I'm giving up.
So when I look at the list in that light, I have to admit that it's a pretty freaking short list. And I'm not totally sure what that means. It isn't that there aren't things I don't want. Or don't want to do. It's just that there aren't a lot that will make me feel like I've wasted my life because I have NOT done them.
Perhaps that means I'm happy? I'm not sure. I might have to mull that over for a while, but it's a pretty big concept.....