I’m tired. I’ve said this already, too many times in fact. I’m sick of saying it, of feeling it as much as you are of reading it I’m sure. I keep waiting for this time where I’ll feel awake, ready, where I won’t feel bone tired like I’m dragging myself from place to place. Like I won’t fall over in a heap.
This past weekend my sister went to the ER for stomach pain, on Monday she came home after having laparoscopic appendectomy, and since you probably know the meaning of the second word you’ll know she had her appendix removed. I found out at five in the morning on Sunday when she called me to let me know the diagnosis and he upcoming surgery. I didn’t really process what was happening and she didn’t really either. I tried to focus on the positives with her on the phone: that while this was her first time being admitted into the hospital in seven years it wasn’t for her autoimmune disease and that an appendectomy isn’t the most uncommon surgery in the world. For once a health-related incident was semi-normal and common for our family. Continue reading
“Plenty of time. You can take in a lot in a hundred and twenty seconds, and that’s all I came here to do: have a good look,” (Hannah 1).
Beth Leeson and Flora Braid aren’t friends anymore and haven’t spoken to one another in twelve years, but that doesn’t stop Beth from wanting to check up on her former friend when dropping her son off to his football game which just conveniently happens to be near where Flora and her husband now live. Beth ends up seeing Flora, older as expected, but her two children Thomas and Emily look the exact same age they were twelve years ago. Beth heard Flora call the children by their names so it must be them, but how could Flora’s children not age in twelve years? Continue reading
“…everything you’ve seen is built by you. Which is why you’ll never see it again,” (Walden 256).
I absolutely adored Walden’s amazing graphic novel On a Sunbeam so it was crushing not liking Are You Listening?
Bea is running away and ends up running into Lou, an acquaintance of her mom’s who agrees to drive her to wherever she wants to run away too (Bea doesn’t have all the details worked out yet). But as they drive through West Texas things start to change: the landscape, mysterious pit stops, a friendly cat, and they’re being followed by a group of shadowy men. Bea and Lou must trust each other to stay safe and confront hard truths neither of them wants to acknowledge. Continue reading
I haven’t written a post on here that isn’t a book review or advertising a blog post on Sartorial Geek in a while, so let’s get back into it shall we!
Honestly, there’s a lot I could write about. Since my last post I got my hair cut short and donated 14 inches of it for cancer (hair donations are harder to find but if you’re looking to donate hair for an organization where the patients get the wigs for free then try Wigs for Kids), went up north to cottage country and visited some relatives. It was relaxing as always but different in some ways. Being a rural area their COVID cases were very limited, only one person died in the area and while they also had a bylaw for wearing masks many people didn’t follow it and many businesses didn’t enforce it. It was just strange to see how other places are dealing with the pandemic and how different it is in some areas. Then when I got home I did a pretty drastic change: I dyed my hair teal. Continue reading
“English majors and book nerds and almost everyone in the program knew that a piece of literature can be the perfect antidote to loneliness, but the truth is that creating that antidote often makes the writer more vulnerable to the thing it’s fighting,” (Zancan 58).
I’ve realized I don’t like books about writing, which is ironic but there you have it. I find that books that fictionalize writers and writing tend to be pretentious and full of themselves. While I’ve never been in an MFA program I have been in some writing groups and I know that the caricatures can be true (I’ve met some) but it’s the thing I hate most about writers and writing, and I don’t want it highlighted every time I read about them. So maybe I’m biased, maybe I was doomed to dislike the book from the beginning but I tried, that has to count for something right? Continue reading
Another new article of mine is up on Sartorial Geek! With the release of Midnight Sun I’ve got vampires on the brain and wanted to share some of my favourite vampire books that aren’t Twilight and Dracula. You can read the article here.
What are your favourite vampire books?
“The facts, such as they were, were simple: Alicia was found alone with Gabriel’s body; only her fingerprints were on the gun. There was never any doubt she killed Gabriel. Why she killed him, on the other hand, remained a mystery,” (Michaelides 10).
It’s been a long time since I’ve read a thriller that 1) kept me hooked and 2) kept me guessing and The Silent Patient did all of that and more.
The novel follows a common story structure for the thriller genre: Famous painter Alicia Berenson lives a seemingly perfect life with her fashion photographer husband, but one evening when Gabriel returns home from work Alicia shoots him five times and never speaks another word. Alicia’s silence is what makes the crime different and her artwork skyrockets in price as she is hidden away in a secure forensic unit known as the Grove. But Criminal psychotherapist Theo Farber is convinced he can make it through to Alicia and get her to speak again, it’s been his goal to work with her. So Theo goes on the hunt to solve the mystery of why Alicia murdered her husband, finding her strange friends and even stranger family as he goes down paths that will change the course of his life forever. Continue reading
Long time no post WordPress! Blame summer, it will do that to you. I still have some posts I’m working on here and some book reviews so hang tight, but in the mean time I do have a new article up on Sartorial Geek all about books I’d like to be TV shows. You can check it out on their website here.
For the past two weeks I’ve been pretty upset. It’s not like anything dire has happened to me (though with everything currently happening in the world it’s more than enough reason to be upset). Unfortunately my reason was more selfish: the trip I was supposed to be in Whitehorse/Dawson City and because of COVID I wasn’t.
I’m not happy to say that I cried over it when I got the notification on my phone on July 8th that I should have been on a plane, at the time I would be arriving and checking-in to my hotel, but I did. I don’t like being vulnerable, I don’t like falling apart over little things but as the old saying goes, “it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.” Continue reading
I received an ARC of this book from the publishers in exchange for an honest review.
“…white people were stultifyingly predictable; if they could not steal it, they would kill it, but they would never, ever let a colored person have it,” (Johnson 129).
I tried hard to like this book and to finish it in a reasonable amount of time, but when you can’t get into the story and have trouble understanding what kind of story you’re supposed to be reading it can be tricky. This is why it took me almost a month to finish this book. Continue reading