Dr. Guillermo Tremols.
May 10, 1937 - December 16, 2024.
A young Tremols rowing a boat in Spain. |
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A candid shot of Dr. Tremols at his favorite restaurant in Paris. |
Dr. Guillermo Tremols.
May 10, 1937 - December 16, 2024.
A young Tremols rowing a boat in Spain. |
A candid shot of Dr. Tremols at his favorite restaurant in Paris. |
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Neuroscience news The heavy cost of social media on the development of eating disorders. |
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Vogue "Skinny Tok" has now become the new "Heroin Chic." |
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The Today Show The majority of women let social media affect their body image. |
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B&N The book jacket for the new Hunger Games book. |
Suzanne Collins dropped her newest addition to The Hunger Games universe one week ago. Sunrise on the Reaping was released amid major enthusiasm and excitement from the thousands of people who were entranced with Katniss and Peeta over ten years ago.
This story, while set in the alluringly twisted world of the Capitol, District 12, and the nightmare-inducing arena, takes place 25 years earlier than the original trilogy. This book highlights the snarky, blonde-haired victor of the Quarter Quell: Haymitch Abernathy. However, Collins gives her readers a Haymitch before he became the snarly, alcoholic mentor we know and love.
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IMDB Woody Harrelson as Haymitch Abernathy. |
It could be that I just have Woody Harrelson's cinematic portrayal of Haymitch stuck in my head, but the "Haymitch" of this book is nothing like I could imagine. Since he is my favorite character, I was
disappointed when I was reading the book and couldn't picture the character I had grown up with?
To set the scene, let me describe how excited I was for this book. Ever since Collins stated that she was writing a book about the games that Haymitch was crowned victor in, I counted down the days until I could get my hands on it. To say my expectations were high would be an understatement. However, based on her other four books, I would say my expectations were at a reasonable level according to the circumstances. I hungrily (get it?) hunted down the book, and then proceeded to spend the next 36 hours putting off all responsibilities, instead choosing to hunker down and read.
Right away, something felt off. The voice of Haymitch wasn't what I had envisioned, the writing seemed juvenile, and don't even get me started on the dialogue between characters.
It lacked the subtle artistry of the previous books, with everything seeming so forced.
This is not saying I despised the book, as there were definitely aspects that I enjoyed. The mutation and cloning of Louella's character was dark and a great depiction of the cruelty of the Capitol. The fate that awaited Lorena (I won't spoil it even though fans can most likely deduce what happens) was a perfect example of the sadistic, twisted nature of President Snow. Finally, the flames that licked the sky of District 12 when Haymitch returned home as victor did indeed almost bring me to tears.
Clearly, Collins is a good writer with irrevocably interesting ideas that tend to mirror present-day political issues. However, unlike her past books, the political commentary in Sunrise on the Reaping was quite the opposite of subtle. It was as if reading between the lines didn't exist.
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IMDB Author Suzanne Collins of The Hunger Games. |
With a movie adaptation on the horizon, I wonder if Collins was almost forced to write this book. Aspects of the plot seemed like an afterthought, clearly referencing past books without allowing for the readers to connect the dots themselves. While clearly many people are raving about it, I believe they are raving more so about the release of a new book, not the quality of the book itself.
Maybe I had my expectations too high. Maybe I should have taken the book with a grain of salt. Maybe I should give Suzanne Collins some grace. What I do know is that it is time for the sun to set on the era of The Hunger Games, and to leave its memory perfectly embalmed with the original trilogy.
Vogue Michiko Kakutani sits surrounded by her love for literature. |
To choose a new book, I often turn to The New York Times book list as not only is it carefully curated, but it has also proved to be very trustworthy time and time again. Next, I tend to read a review of the book, which I typically also find in the New York Times. Over the years, I noticed that more often than not I chose the same critic to read.
Vogue Magazine Kakutani poses for a magazine profile on her career. |
I greatly admire Kakutani’s style as not only does she provide readers with insightful reviews, but also her intelligence, quick wit and sharp intellect lend to riveting articles that capture her audience’s interest. At times, she has used the voice of infamous characters to form the structure of her reviews; a style I greatly admire because it takes the monotony out of a simple book review and transforms it into a work of creative genius.
Vanity Fair called her, “the most powerful book critic in the English-speaking world.”
I am not the kind of person to block creators on social media. Rather, I typically just choose to scroll past the post, trusting the Tiktok algorithm to stop showing me certain content if it appears that I am not interested in it. However, one creator I have had to block on all platforms because her content was detrimental to my mental and physical health.
Liv Schmidt, a toxic social media personality, has built her platform on promoting an unhealthy standard for women’s bodies.
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Covergirl A girl checks her body before eating breakfast. |
“Put the fork down.”
“Eat less, weigh less.”
“Need some motivation? Try putting on clothes that no longer fit.”
These captions aren’t even the most problematic ones. There are countless more that are too triggering and demeaning to even write down.
Schmidt was banned from TikTok due to her dangerous weight loss advice. She violated the TikTok community guidelines by posting content that promoted harmful weight-loss behaviors and actions.
Barely eating 800 calories a day– and I would know as she provides the daily total at the end of each video, Schmidt dedicated her time and energy to preaching that women should eat less than the bare minimum to achieve their “dream body.”
A favorite caption of hers is, “What I eat in a day to stay skinny.” This is always followed by the whale, cow, and pig emojis. A combination that she uses on the regular.
Some might say: “Why do you care so much? Just don’t pay attention to her videos.” What people don’t realize is, the path Schmidt is on is simply a competitive mind game.
I was diagnosed with anorexia last summer and almost ended up hospitalized because of the starvation I had put my body through. The first time I stumbled across Schmidt’s TikTok page was at the height of my recovery. I spent an entire night watching her videos, getting sucked into her mindset, and ultimately decided that my recovery wasn’t worth it. I hate to say that I let a random influencer on TikTok affect my thoughts so much, but I did. I ended up almost not being able to come back to school for my junior year because I had become so wrapped up in the “Liv Schmidt mentality.”
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How social media's relationship with someone's body affects their mental health. |
Even though Schmidt is blocked on TikTok, she still uses other social media platforms to spread her toxic message to her thousands of followers.
If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, the NEDA helpline is here to help.
Spanish was the language of my childhood.
I would look at my mom, fear in my eyes, as I tried to translate from Spanish to English when out in public. Words and language were the pinnacle of my household.
My mother never doubted the importance of stories. The Spanish picture books of my childhood, transformed into more complex novels read under the hot North Carolina summer sun. Books were fought over in our family. We traded them amongst each other the way other kids traded baseball cards.
However, I came to realize that words could mean one thing to one person, and something completely different to another.
I grew up in the shadow of a brother with autism. For him, language is black and white, a concept I could never fully grasp.
Overtime, I realized that was the beauty of it. Language holds different meanings. Language is moldable.
Eventually, the importance of language shifted into an admiration of prose.
At the age of eight, I typed out short stories about princesses on my grandfather’s old typewriter.
At the age of thirteen, I wrote theatre critiques for the Blumey Awards in partnership with the Charlotte Observer.
At the age of sixteen, I took a summer intensive at the School of the New York Times, dedicated to the craft of screenwriting.
At the age of seventeen, I wrote a love letter to my Cuban heritage, gaining me admission to multiple universities.
My thirst for writing brought me to High Point University, where I am pursuing a double major in English and Journalism. When I tell people this, their response is: “You must do a lot of reading and writing.”
I do, and I love it.
My writing, which has always taken a more creative approach, transformed into a passion for academia. Under the mentorship of English and journalism professors, I have carefully honed my craft and my voice to produce work that I am proud of. In April, I will be attending an academic conference where I will be presenting my own piece of literary criticism to a room full of scholars.
I couldn’t be more excited.
Throughout my life, I have switched my chosen career path countless times. My dream of becoming a screenwriter transformed into a profession grounded in the art of journalism. Then I wanted to become a travel writer, a lawyer, a novelist. While my dreams may have shifted, the backbone did not. Everything I wanted to do was grounded in writing.
It wasn’t until my junior year of college, that I realized where my true career was headed.
Book publishing.
Being able to combine my love for reading with the meticulous craft of copyediting, has now become the end goal.
From an early age, my mother instilled in me the power that words have. Whether I am conversing with my family in Spanish, or presenting a paper at an academic conference in English, I have not forgotten how words and language have shaped who I have become.
Dr. Guillermo Tremols. May 10, 1937 - December 16, 2024. A young Tremols rowing a boat in Spain. Dr. Guillermo Tremols died on December 16...