Author Archives: Ryn PB

The Bin-son Boy, Part 3 (of 4)*

Part 1 Part 2 I thought I’d read Noriyuki’s calligraphy instructions wrong. There were no transports to anywhere near the destination, but the directions stayed the same no matter how many times I read them. There was only one way … Continue reading

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“Doubt Comes In”: On Hadestown, Turning Around, and Living with Doubt*

The dog you really got to dread Is the one that howls inside your head It’s him whose howling drives men mad And a mind to its undoing… I’ll tell you where the real road lies Between your ears, behind … Continue reading

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The Bin-son Boy, Part 2 (of 4)*

Part 1 With one final smash against the dirt, my body jerked to a stop. I curled onto my side to throw up, nearly blind with pain. Through blurry vision, I saw that my bike had landed nearby—or at least … Continue reading

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The Bin-son Boy*, Part 1 (of 4)

I didn’t want to move to the Golden Planet in the first place. Sure, the Jersey Space Station was cramped and had lots of mechanical issues, but it was home. We had a view of the Ocean Galaxies through our … Continue reading

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Stand By…

I’m working on a story, but life has thrown me some curveballs lately, so it’ll be a little late! Sneak peek: What if The Karate Kid happened in space? -Ryn PB

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Maximum Angst: YA and Pop Punk

This blog post will come as a surprise to no one, but I tend to save writing these regular blog posts until the last minute, so I needed something that would be quick for me to think about and get … Continue reading

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Pierre-Auguste Salvatici

His parents set him up for failure when they named him Pierre-Auguste Salvatici. Even if he hadn’t grown up with a persistent speech impediment and severe respiratory problems, Pierre-Auguste Salvatici could never live up to the grandiosity of the name. … Continue reading

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Mid-Year Book Freakout Tag

This is a tag I’ve seen on booktube and book blogs alike. Here is the original tag for anyone interested. So far this year, I’ve read 27 books, which means I’m a tiny bit ahead of my 52-book goal. In … Continue reading

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Addy Kraz and the Case of the Stolen Cookies

“Meet me at the Orange Julius” was the mantra of our junior high years. Before Dijon O’Reilly got a job at Juice Stop and Kiera Moore became a vegan, the three of us would come from our different middle schools—Dijon … Continue reading

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I’m Thinking About Moths

I accidentally killed a moth. I was sitting outside, crisscross applesauce, back against a brick wall, sweating under the late May sun; the moth saw the shadowy space underneath my legs and beelined for the shelter with inevitably misplaced trust. … Continue reading

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