Frank(er) thoughts.


She lies half-lost in the midnight.
Her thoughts leap
fill the room -
they weave with each other until
she can
through the silver web.

And then they start to get
and then

The first crack;
the only quiet in the cacophony.

Nothing happens. She starts to distrust her senses.
no, yes, it’s -

The tape that holds her together has lost its strength.
It splits.
She screams once, silently, without opening her mouth.

Comfort Books

Comfort books

You know when you’re tired or ill or feeling a bit down, you end up wanting to eat comfort food? Well, I do of the same thing, but with books.

They’re usually books that I know inside and out, are easy to read and not too dark. A stellar example of this is Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas, because as you may or may not know I love Throne of Glass. To bits. I’ve read it more times than I can count and each time I re-read the books it’s like having a good old chat with a long-lost friend.

That’s why I just generally read the books I really connect with – not so much the more literary or well-written ones, but my trusty YA authors such as Rainbow Rowell, Marie Lu or Marissa Meyer. (But not The Hunger Games. As much as I love it, it’s not exactly light reading.)

Sometimes, I even go back to picture books, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside my bookshelf  and getting out The Whisperer or The Velveteen Rabbit.

How about you? Do you have comfort books, or comfort food? What are they?

Money Can’t Buy Happiness, But it Can Buy Books

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy books

‘Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy books and they’re sort of the same thing.”

I’m not entirely sure where I found this quote, but I like it. It’s true: whilst money cannot buy actual happiness, it can buy things that help you along the way, whether that be chocolate or clothes or books.

Feeling the Creative Juices Flowing!

I’m feeling quite creative at the moment – not so much writing, but instead things that I have done less of recently, like reading and drawing.

For one, I have rediscovered my library and my love for reading. I was stuck in a rut for a while, just rereading my old books (does anyone else get that, or is it just me?) but now I am feeling positive and reading NEW BOOKS! And liking them! Yay!

Also, I’ve somehow started to draw some fanart, despite the fact that I can’t very well. Oh, the times I have wished to be a better artist in order to make myself some fanart…*sighs*

And I’ve found a cool app called YouDoodle which let’s me mash photos together and draw and add text and stuff. It’s fun. It’s quite addictive, really. I end up mashing together pictures from various fandoms in one giant collage of fan-ness.

And, the one question that haunts me: how is it that people draw hands?

Cartoon Eleanor and Park (from Eleanor & Park, no way) hanging upside down in the rain, because I wanted to paint Eleanor's hair

Cartoon Eleanor and Park (from Eleanor & Park, no way) hanging upside down in the rain, because I wanted to paint Eleanor’s hair

My Response to Being Asked to Share my Writing

Okay, so, I’m taking a writing course. It’s fun and all, but we have to read out our writing… Which is basically my worst nightmare. It’s not as bad if I’m writing about who and what I want, and I’ve had time to edit and polish it up, but unedited third-person perspective writing about an irritating thirty year-old entrepeneur (thank you, small boy whose name I cannot remember) I care nothing for? Not so much.

Therefore, when we were all asked to read out what we’d written, my response was this:

Response to sharing writing

(please excuse my truly terrible drawing skills)

The Pleasures of a Good Library


If you go into Waterstones and buy a book, you will probably come out with a plastic bag that reads ‘Words cannot do justice to the pleasures of a good bookshop. Ironically.’  Now, I really do like bookshops, but I think I need to put a word in for the libraries of this world as well.

In a library, there is far less pressure than a bookshop. You can get out any book that you want, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t read it or like it. You can sit on the floor or a bench and read through the entire book if you want, which is something that you certainly can’t do in a bookshop.

Our library has just installed some self-checkout machines like the ones in supermarkets but with books instead, and no bagging area. They are very useful, because it means I can get out whatever I want i.e. the next four books in that paranormal romance series, and no one need know.

And there is something that I don’t like about the newness of bookshops. I like new books, but sometimes I prefer for my book to have a story, to have travelled somewhere before it reached my eyes. I’ve always wanted to sneak a note into a book and write something to the person who reads it next but I’ve never had the courage.

How about you? Do you prefer bookshops, or libraries?



The Post in Which I Return

I feel like I’m supposed to write a dramatic and heartfelt post, now, after coming pretty close to giving up on my blog.

However, I can’t really think of anything interesting right now other than that if you swim with your head upside down in a swimming pool, then it looks like you’re swimming on a liquid mirror (I have been swimming twice in as many days). It’s beautiful. No-one else seems to share this, though. I recommend that if you go swimming for you to try it, and observe.

My posts might be erratic for the next few weeks whilst I try to breathe some life into this blog. Please bear with me, and if you have any advice then it would be greatly appreciated.


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