If I had to write a blog-post perfectly… I’d simply not blog at all.
– someone else probably said it first, but… (Ramisa Raya, 2016)
How many incomplete, scrapped first-drafts do I have buried in my dashboard? How many blog-posts end with”Hello I am–” [DELETE]? While these are rhetorical questions… if your answer is “Too many for comfort,” please kindly give yourself a gold-star. Continue reading →
Although I read a substantially lower amount of books this year, opposed to any other year, the quality overrides the quantity. Only this year did I finally indulge –and grow to adore– classic literature, pick up lengthier and popular books, and forced myself to drop any book incapable of holding my interest (a habit I found empowering, as I usually trudge through loathed books, simply due to unnecessary perfectionism).
Only 65% of my reading challenge was completed, as merely 65 books were read from my yearly goal of 100, but it was definitely an accomplishment in the titles. Next year, I’ll definitely reach 100 books. (Fingers crossed) Thank you to Perpetual Page-Turner for this fantastic survey. 🙂 Continue reading →
Stacking The Shelves is all about sharing the books you are adding to your shelves, may it be physical or virtual, hosted by Tynga’s Reviews. The banner is obtained from The Obsessive Book Seller. Although this is a weekly meme, I’ll be holding it every month instead. No specific date, though.
I adore books. My bibliophile self embraces the smell, touch, and taste (!) of books, often to the point where I admire their aesthetic, physical features than the words between pages. Although this bookish meme is weekly (every Saturday), I rarely attain new books. Finishing the ones I currently have is a lifetime of trouble. Therefore, this meme will be held monthly to ensure sufficient content.
Anyway, this month I volunteered at my local OP-shop and grabbed every interesting book. It was my father’s worst nightmare (sorry, Dad) and my mother’s reason to sniffle and dramatically sigh (sorry, Mum). Books, however, I do not regret. ❤
Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes was the first classic I read cover-to-cover, so although this post a little late, I felt this challenge spoke to me. Also, I never realised he had such a methodical way of obtaining creativity; I think it’s wonderful to create your own inspiration. And, so, here is my attempt at writing a paranormal version of a evil circus… an evil that could be stopped, if somebody would just question the inconsistency in facts. Frightening, isn’t it, how curiosity could stop something so dangerous?
Words I chose to incorporate in my writing are bold. Hope you enjoy it! 🙂 Continue reading →
How many times have you read a book you absolutely hate, straight to the end, simply because you didn’t want to leave it unfinished? Have you ever let your competitive, obsessive, “I must finish this book” trance overrule your time and energy over a book you would rather burn than read again?
Sadly, I have been in this boat. There are so many books out there I want to read, and somehow, I find myself reading ones I absolutely loathe. And, I find myself reading so many books I am indifferent to, will never read again, and will probably forget the minute I finish, without any consideration as to the other beautiful covers, sitting on my bookshelf, waiting for a pair of hands to flip through them. (Well, kind of –I read using a Kindle, so not quite…) Continue reading →
This week’s prompt, I thought, was great for the review I promised on my blog for the book The Awkward Love Song of Abigail Archer. Throughout the book, I found myself thinking the lyrics of the song Unsaid by The Fray suited the theme perfectly.
Here is a snippet of the wonderful lyrics:
But suffice it to say We’re leaving things unsaid We sing ourselves to sleep Watching the day lie down instead
It is directly comparable to the quality of The Awkward Love Song of Abigail Archer, a book I fell in love with while reading, and never stopped to take a breath. Not to mention, my mind is still whirling in the plot of the story. It was an unforgettable story.
My personal goal of blogging regularly has not been fulfilled. I have so many delayed posts, but it might be a while before I can write all of them. The following story was inspired by my own school (something a teacher said at assembly), and is an exploration of different reactions to the same information. Although I hate admitting this, I reacted more like Michaela than Robin. You’ll find out why in a second. 😉
Also, this story has a lot of “telling.” This was because showing their reactions would mean expanding on their home-life, and quite a lot of dialogue (which there is little of in a school assembly). This was a story told in the fewest words possible.