Shevi Arnold is back! This time, she is sharing a playlist for geeks who are in love or having difficulty in love.
So I’ve been asked to come up with 10 songs to mend a geek’s broken heart. I thought about it long and hard. I came up blank.
You see, there’s a contradiction between being a geek and breakup songs.
Being a geek is about love.
It’s about being so in love with something that you feel the need to
shout it from the rooftops, and you don’t care what anyone else thinks.
You want Doctor Who to pick you as his next companion. You want to tell
Hans Solo, “I love you,” and you want him to reply, “I know.” You want
to be Link rescuing Zelda. You want to be chosen to join Starfleet or
the Avengers. You want to fly on the Serenity with Captain Mal. You’re
still hoping for your invitation to Hogwarts. It doesn’t really matter
what it is you love. What makes you a geek is that you geeking LOVE it.
That thing makes you happy just to daydream about it.
Breakup songs aren’t about love. They’re about bad feelings. They’re about sadness and anger and jealousy and the end of love.
So how could there possibly be a breakup song for geeks?
And it’s not that geeks don’t experience breakups. Of course, we do. And we have the thing we geeking love to console us.
Take me, for example. I would eat my favorite ice cream, Godiva Dark Belgian Chocolate, and watch my favorite movie, The Princess Bride,
about a dozen times. And at about the ninth or tenth time I would
realize there’s a Westley out there waiting for his Buttercup, and I am
that Buttercup.
I
could give you a list of soundtracks you could listen to, but I don’t
think that would really mend a broken heart. Not unless the thing you’re
geeky about is soundtracks, in which case, cool.
So instead I’m going to give you the unofficial soundtrack for my funny, geek-centric YA novel: Why My Love Life Sucks.
You see, I love all kinds of storytelling, including movies and TV
shows, and I sometimes envision my stories in those mediums--with
soundtracks and everything.
So here are ten of the songs I hear when I think of certain scenes and characters from the book. Enjoy!
Why My Love Life Sucks soundtrack to the TV version in my brain:
Chapter four: “Crazy” by Seal
Chapter five: “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas (Oprah show flash-mob version)
Chapter 12: “D & D” by Stephen Lynch
Epilogue: “May It Be” by Enya from The Lord of the Rings soundtrack
About the Author-
I've always been super geeky about comedy, fantasy and science fiction.
When
I was little, I'd take them apart and analyze them, kind of like what
Gilbert Garfinkle--the hero of Why My Love Life Sucks--does with
electronics. This continued into my college years, when I majored in
English Literature and Theater Studies.
For
twelve years I worked in magazines and newspapers as an editorial
cartoonist, illustrator, editor, arts-and-entertainment writer
(specializing in children's entertainment and, of course, comedy), and a
consumer columnist.
My last job was at the Jerusalem Post, but I had to quit when my family decided to move to New Jersey to pursue better education options for my autistic son.
This
was in February 2001. Since then I've written 40 picture books and
seven novels for kids and teens, four of which I've indie published. I
was an ABNA quarterfinalist with Why My Love Life Sucks, and I won third
place in SmartWriter's Write It Now contest in the the YA category
(which was judged by Alex Flinn, the author of Beastly) for my romantic,
YA ghost story, Ride of Your Life.
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Book Info-
Title-Why My Love Life Sucks
Series-The Legend of Gilbert the Fixer Book # 1
By- Shevi Arnold
Published-March 23, 2010
Blurb-
Seventeen-year-old
Gilbert Garfinkle is the ultimate tech geek. He likes to take apart,
figure out, and fix things, and he dreams of someday fixing the world.
But now his own life has been taken apart by the one thing he'll never
be able to figure out. Her name is Amber, and she's a gorgeous girl with
a killer smile who wants to turn him into her platonic BFF--literally
forever! It's the ultimate geek's ultimate nightmare, and it leaves
Gilbert asking life's ultimate question: "Why me?"
Why
My Love Life Sucks is a funny novel about geeks, girls, gadgets,
vampires, and the start of a most unlikely friendship. It's the first
book in The Legend of Gilbert the Fixer, the series that proves it
takes the ultimate geek to be the ultimate hero.
Read an excerpt:
The night after Amber bites Gilbert, he wakes up in pain and confusion in a hospital. He wants answers, so he escapes and heads to the arcade where they first met.
“Where to?” the driver asks.
“Bucky Bee’s on Broadway.”
Everything
seems mercifully quiet the moment I close the door of the cab, but I’m
noticing some extremely unpleasant odors. There’s the smell of
cigarettes, the musky odor of sweat, and something that smells like
grungy gym socks. The lights outside on the streets of New York are so
bright and colorful. It’s like I’m Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, when everything goes from black-and-white to Technicolor. I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
The
people remind me of television commercials for fruit-flavored breakfast
cereals. So many flavors, and all so yummy. This is so wrong. It’s like
I’m that damn shark from Finding Nemo.
I have to keep telling myself that people are people, not food. I tie
my sneakers, and try to spend the rest of the ride just staring at my
feet.
The
driver lets me off. After paying the fare, I’m left with thirty-four
dollars from the money Uncle Ian gave me, and I still have the other
thirteen in my wallet, or rather Amber does.
“Hi, Alex,” I say as I walk into Bucky Bee’s. “Anything broken tonight?” I don’t know why I said that. Force of habit I guess.
“Gilbert?”
“Yeah?”
“You look different.”
“I've
had a really bad day.” Oh, wait, he’s probably talking about my
glasses. “Oh, and I . . . got laser eye-surgery.” Okay, stupid thing to
say. I’m pretty sure you have to wear goggles for weeks after eye
surgery.
“Really, that fast?”
“Oh, yeah.” I should have said contact lenses.
“Looks good on you. Maybe I should get laser eye-surgery too.”
He informs me that all the machines are in working order, so my services aren’t needed tonight. Still he lets me in.
I scan the tables. Amber isn't at one. So what do I do now?
Oh,
wait, there she is, leaning against the wall next to the game I fixed
last night. She’s still wearing her bright red dress, and the navy-blue
jacket she borrowed from me is draped over her shoulders. She sees me,
and she comes over. I find an empty booth and sit down. She sits
opposite me. Bucky Bee’s looks like a rainbow threw up in it, the colors
are so damn bright.
“I hardly recognized you,” Amber says, with a wide smile. “You look great.”
“Great like a corpse at an open-casket funeral?”
“No,
silly, great as in you're no longer wearing those nerdy glasses, your
zits are gone, your hair and skin look terrific, and you have this
really sexy brooding stare.”
“Brooding stare?”
“Mmm . . .” Amber is looking at me and making a yummy sound. I can't help but twitch, knowing how she thinks I taste and what part of me she’s tasted. “It’s very sexy.”
“This is not a brooding stare. This is my I'm-so-mad-I-could-kill-you face.”
“Well, whatever it is, it's working for you.”
That’s it. I can't keep my anger inside any longer. “How could you do this to me??”
Wait a minute . . . Did I just yell in Bucky Bee's?
Fortunately
the noise level is so high I don't think anyone’s noticed. Oh, I’m
wrong. Alex is staring at Amber, so he’s noticed, and he probably thinks
I'm nuts to be yelling at a girl who is way out of my league. Wish I didn't know what you don't know, Alex.
And Chloe, who is working at the counter tonight, is also staring at
me. And some guy or girl dressed as Bucky Bee may or may not be staring
at me. It’s hard to tell with the costume on.
Amber’s
looking around too. We have to wait until no one seems to be staring at
us anymore. It takes several excruciatingly long minutes.
She sighs. “Look, Gil, I know you're scared.”
“That's putting it mildly.”
“But the truth is being a vampire—”
“Please don't say that word.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Vampire?”
“Please don't say it.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Sounds like someone is in denial.”
She’s right. I am in denial. But what else can I do? How the hell am I supposed to accept this? “I. Am. So. Screwed.”
“No,
you're not.” She has this huge smile on her face, and I want to believe
her, but . . . “Listen to me, Gil. In a few days after the pain has
worn off, you're going to see this is the best thing that ever happened
to you.”
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