Now that I've got back into reading after a good month-ish off I thought I'd make a proper attempt at buying books I've wanted to read for a while. This brought me to The Hate U Give, I've wanted to read this book for about a year or so after seeing great things about it all over instagram and Twitter. So here is what I thought...
So it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Turns out lockdown was a little trickier to deal with than I thought. Anyway, I decided to delve back into my usual reading with a book I knew I would enjoy - so that’s what brought me to The Martian by Andy Weir.
The weird thing about this book is that I remember not wanting to read this book clearly for the reason that it was a classic book, therefore I assumed I wouldn't enjoy it. This must have been my unconscious thought towards all these books - therefore, completely disregarding so many books I could've genuinely enjoy. Much like this one...
Another month has passed still with no sign of lockdown easing any time soon. With tensions high, there was a sense of positivity when the sun shone bright behind the clouds. England was bathed in a warm glow for two weeks - this was the perfect time to read while sunbathing!
While stuck in lockdown and with the sun shining, I decided it was the best time to pick up this book. Having a day off work meant I could focus my full attention on this classic novel.
With lockdown in place and my pile of unread books very close to finished, I thought it was a good time to turn to a book to provide some sort of comfort during this weird time.
I'm not one for the classics and very much steer away from romance books. However, I thought I'd try and give this book a shot once more before I pack it up with other books I'm getting rid of.
So, the first full month of lockdown in the UK has now passed, and its safe to say that it has been one weird month. Speaking for myself, i've been through all the emotions this month; dispare, annoyance, anger, and acceptance. I'm pretty over-emotional at the best of times, but I think the flurry and... Continue Reading →
Let poetry help you examine the depths of your wounds. Let it remind you that no matter how deep it goes, you will be able to heal it because you have been able to heal every single wound inflicted on your heart and soul before. Let these words show you that you will be able to find the light at the end of the wound because you have always found you way before.