Sunday, 29 June 2014

What I'm Currently Reading


So, I'm currently reading James Franco's Palo Alto. It's a collection of short, linked stories that explore adolescence in a raw, slightly-dark manner.

First impression? Well, the style of Franco's writing is blunt and dark which is quite interesting and I enjoy his portrayal of youth - he seems to have not lost touch with his own adolescence so the characters are presented in quite a believable way.

I'll let you know how this turns out I guess.

p.s. sorry for my lack of posting, I've been dealing with life atm

Friday, 20 June 2014

The Great Job Hunt

So, after another day spent lounging in the sun and reading a good book (The Catcher in the Rye), I thought I'd write a blog post. 

The truth is, I'm not too sure what to write as of recent, all I'm doing is lounging around, watching tv, reading and writing - it's a pretty nice life, don't get me wrong, but it's getting a little dull. And I've only been back home for two weeks. Consequently I'm not too sure if I can write anything of interest for you guys.

To remedy this situation I've decided to get a job (at last). The truth is, I need one, I like things but things cost money and I feel I'm a little bit too old to be living solely off of my parent's money.


It's pretty hard though.

I've 'attempted' to get a job before, although admittedly not very hard and quite selectively at that, and nothing ever came to pass. But now I'm a nineteen year old that's never had a job which makes it a little bit harder because there's people 2 even 3 years younger than me with more experience. And I'm only getting older.

So that's that. I need a job, not only for the money but I need something stimulating in my life - Einstein got a job just so he could figure out relativity (I think? That's probably really wrong. I should delete that. Or Google it. Or I could just leave it and hope for the best? Yeah).

idk, see you next time

p.s. feel free to leave me job seeking advice (I need it, trust me)

Monday, 16 June 2014

Book Review: The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden


The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden is Jonas Jonasson's follow-up to his bestselling debut The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared and it's an incredibly worthy follow-up at that.

The novel follows Nombeko, an intelligent woman born in the shanty-town Soweto, South Africa, as she finds herself in Sweden with a package she really doesn't want and running from some people who really do.

Her tale goes from rags to riches a couple times, with Jonasson's incredibly imaginative plot line making this improbable story extremely probable. Jonasson's creation of the main plot, like his debut, involves the creation of smaller narratives that inevitably all intertwine in an excellent fashion - all this whilst maintaining humour and a sharp wit in (most of) his characters.

Jonasson creates a phenomenal character in Nombeko; a black woman being the main protagonist and a beacon of sanity, rationality and intelligence in a crazy patriarchal world.

I highly suggest this read, it's long but 100% worth it. Find it here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Girl-Saved-King-Sweden/dp/006232912X

p.s. Jonasson is fast becoming a favourite of mine and I can't wait for more of his work 

Friday, 13 June 2014

One Month Blogging! Moving! Other Things!

So, I'm sat on the sofa in my room at home, there is no more uni work that needs to be done and this little blog of mine is officially one month and one day old.

I've enjoyed writing here so much and the response I've received, with people frequently reading, commenting and following me on bloglovin' has been so encouraging. Thanks for that Team.

Here's to many more months together :)

This past week I have, admittedly, been very absent from here - I apologise - but I have a reason!

I moved!


I said goodbye to my uni room but, seeming as I'm going back tomorrow for a flatmate's birthday, it doesn't quit feel like I've left it behind yet. 

Whilst procrastinating from packing (I had nobody to keep me on track, such is life) I decided to climb atop my wardrobe . . .



... and I got stuck there for like 40 minutes.

But, now I'm home, I've spent my time: watching stupid amounts of Adventure Time and Orange is the New Black, laying around and reading - a lot (yay).





















(Expect a blog post about the book you see on the left - it's Jonas Jonasson's The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden and it was great.)


Also, now I'm home I have a full length mirror again so my inner narcissist is having a field day.





















(I was 100% channeling Life Aquatic with the one on the left)


p.s. since being home I've rediscovered how delicious meat is and eat it like every day

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Squirrels Hate Me

So, I was home yesterday (I've started moving back from uni, it's a weird time) and I was reminded of how my favourite rodents hate me as I saw one run along my garden fence.

Let me explain . . .

I live in a valley so there's plenty of wooded areas and wildlife, etc., and my parents are big fans of supporting said wildlife by setting up feeders and houses in the garden - squirrels love it.

Every now and then someone will be in the garden at the same time as a squirrel and, if it's anyone else, they just ignore them and carry on their search for food; but it's me, so they don't.

Squirrels are not above charging at me. 

I've been sat in the garden reading and heard a bloodcurdling squirrel squeal to look up at see one running at me.

Hanging out the laundry, they watch and wait for me to bend down to pick up a laundry peg before launching themselves at me - grabbing a brush and aggressively sweeping in their direction does not deter them!

I've been sat in the conservatory only to look up and see a squirrel watching me from the fence - safety at last to view this majestic creature I think - think again James! The squirrel jumped into the window to try and get at me.

Hell, I've been chased down the street by a squirrel!

In year 6 we took a class trip to Formby, famed for it's red squirrels. Now, many a school child has visited the squirrels at Formby and so they are used to being fed nuts by them, they'll even take it out of your hand . . . that is, as long as you aren't me. Yes, the squirrels ate out of everyone's hand but mine. It's like how strangers never sit next to me on the bus except I like that strangers don't sit next to me on the bus.

Squirrels, why do you collectively hate me so? Did you have a meeting?
They are dopey and cute, we should realistically get on so well


p.s. I didn't put a p.s. at the end of my last post and I'm not comfortable with that at all