The other night I finished Patricia McCormick's Cut and am really stunned by how marvelous it was. Seriously, if you liked Laurie Halse Anderson's Speak, you'll love Cut, which, although the two books share many elements, shines on its own.
I am currently in the middle of The Death of Jayson Porter by Jaime Adoff. This is a truly enthralling and gruesome read.
Yesterday I bought a copy of Huge, the novel I mentioned on here a few days ago (alongside The Patron Saint of Butterflies). It's a very flighty read (although it does competently address some serious issues, such as the emotional baggage that can come with being a fat teenager), and I enjoyed it so much that I really wanted my own copy. (I sometimes love fluffy YA books -- and also hard-core novels, like The Death of Jayson Porter.)
Last night I mustered the courage to watch the entire Snow White play on video (my mother had recorded from the front of the crowd). I can barely stand to watch myself perform, especially since plays tend not to translate well to film. After all, theatre and film are too enormously different mediums.
Sorry about all the book blogging. Maybe it will come in useful to some, though ... read Cut (especially if you liked Speak).