I read so many books that if I were to write a post relaying my thoughts about each and everyone (as much as I’d like to), all my content might be very ‘samey-samey’ and I’d have to post a lot more frequently than I currently have time to. So, I sat myself down with a pen and pad and forced myself to whittle down my most recent reads to a collection of six that I desperately wanted to discuss. Here we go…

The Twelve Labours of Hercules – Agatha Christie

Being both a big geek for Greek mythology and a lover of Christie’s novels, I had high expect6ations for this book before beginning it and it didn’t disappoint! It’s only an itty-bitty thing so I managed to read it in one sitting enjoying, every moment of it. It was fast paced, humorous and exciting and the combination of these characteristics that Christie had maintained had me wrapped up in this book so tightly. The heart of the book is about a detective who, prior to his retirement, wants to complete twelve more cases that he calls ‘the Twelve Labours.’ Each labour is short and significantly different to the others which makes the book all the more enjoyable. Whilst theirs little to no Greek mythology in here as I’d originally anticipated, the references are there and it’s clear to see where Christie got her inspiration for this little slice of joy from.

The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood

Set in a dystopian world where women are used merely for the purpose of recreation, men are seen as the dominant gender of the two and the two should certainly not be seen together, a crime worthy of a hanging, Atwood manages to draw up a rather marvellous and thought provoking story.  For me, the presentation of women in the novel was creepy in itself and had the hairs on my neck standing straight. On top of this Atwood, (being the seamlessly flawless writer that she is) enabled me to envisage such a world where situations like this seem realistic using her intense descriptions and particular choice of language. The beautiful writing style, coupled with the interesting (at times unsettling) scenario makes for a wonderful read.


We’re All Completely Beside Ourselves – Karen Joy Fowler

There’s not a lot I can say about this book without spoiling it for you so I shall refrain from explaining the synopsis and just beg you to read this yourself. Being a devout animal lover, I lapped this book up; (I currently adopt five and am slowly accumulating enough of those free teddy bears that come with the packages that my bed is starting to resemble something of a zoo!) Another thought provoking book that touches base of so many different grounds; family relations, friendships but with the focal point being animal rights and testing. The depiction of animal testing and the perspective we’re told of this situation from, really makes you question the morality of the highly controversial topic itself and is entirely unique. Whilst the writing style isn’t amazing and I’m still unsure that I want to read more from Fowler, I fell head-over-heals with the story recommending it to several people since and re-reading it myself.

The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden – Jonas Jonnason

Two years ago if you’d given me this book to read I would have taken one glance at the cover, scanned the first page and decide that it wasn’t for me. That was what I like to refer to as “I’m-a-literature-snob-and-only-want-to-read-classics-and-eclectic-books’ phase that I soon overcame. Thank God I did as it allowed me to absolutely LOVE this book.                                                                                                         Set in South Africa from the POV of ‘Nombeko’  during the mid-late twentieth century, this book covers so many pivotal moments in history; the Apartheid System, the conditions of life for Black South Africans, the Cold War etc. A lot of this I studied at GCSE history which allowed me to really get rattled up in this story as I was able to understand the nitty-gritty parts of it that I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. This book is hilarious and actually had me laughing-out-loud at several points; a rare occurrence with novels for me. Not only that, it’s educational whilst still being light-hearted and I developed an absolute admiration and adoration for the protagonist herself, truly feeling that I was on this crazy and never-ending expedition alongside her.                                                                                        Having loved this so much I swiftly went onto reading ‘The One Hundred Year Old Man..” which is the more well-known and apparently popular of the two novels from the author. Unfortunately, I was left disappointed and under-whelmed, perhaps because the pace and form of the stories were so alike that it no longer felt something new? None the less, that book has found a new owner whilst TGWSTKOS slowly makes it’s way through my friendship group!

The Goldfinch -Donna Tartt

This was a masterpiece. I don’t want to tell you anything about it apart from that YOU NEED TO READ IT! Like, now. This was an emotional rollercoaster through-and-through and even earned a spot onto my top five books of two-thousand and fifteen. Enough said.

The Paying Guests – Sarah Waters

After hearing a ton about how amazing Sarah Waters’ writing style was, and being intrigued by the elusiveness of the synopsis on the back of the book in the centre of Waterstones as it lay, staring at me in the ‘New Releases’ section; I decided to give this a go. Despite the heftiness of the novel, I finished it in about two days which just shows just how captivated Waters had me. Her writing style is indeed something to be envious of. The pictures she creates, the characters she develops and the polar opposite feelings that you experience as you fly trough this novel are all down to just how well written it is.          The story, I liked, however I think I went into thinking it was going to be more of a crime/mystery novel rather than pivoted around a love affair that spirals out of control. I swiftly after picked up ‘Fingersmith’ by her too that receives rave reviews and shall soon dive into that hoping to be as trapped in Waters’ web as PG had me.

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It’s currently 4:00am and I’ve been awake a whole twenty-two hours-and-something-minutep14843_p_v7_aas. Unfortunately, this have become my norm for the past several weeks whereby I haven’t slept soundly; I’ve hardly slept at all. Being September, whilst the autumn months arise, the sun still has a few hours yet.

The birds however remain chirping; they’re probably one of the only things that are stopping me from going absolutely mad! They’re black birds, one looks no different from the other and yet I can’t help but sit here on my windowsill, imagining what each individual may be thinking, feeling, creating lives for them in my head where the boy blackbirds patrol the streets with briefcases and the girls clean their homes with feather dusters and wear white and pink aprons. How stereotypical of me; I know, I’m sorry. In my head, as the boys waddle down the street they’re whistling the sweet sounds of Simon and Garfunkel and even as I type I smile at this ridiculous, yet endearing imagination of mine.

Even though the sun hasn’t yet got up for the day, I can tell he won’t have his hat on; (is the sun a female or male? I’m more inclined to think male, but correct me if I’m wrong.) Despite the weather woman telling me yesterday that it’d be ‘bright, blue skies and sunshine,’ outside looks as though Susan Hill herself could’ve written the setting. Let’s hope in his case there is no foreboding involved…

Everything outside seems supernatural and I’m almost waiting for the headless horseman to come riding out from the thick fog in the alleyway by my house. Quite frankly, if the headless horseman came with a side of Johnny Depp like the film, I’d have no issue with his arrival, in fact I’d welcome it with open arms and puckered lips.

My hands and toes alike are icicles and although I’m trying to seek warmth in my thick, fluffy blanket, allowing it to engulf me in one giant cove of comfort, my efforts prove disappointing. With no Vitamin D alongside genetics that make me so white I may as well be the daughter to a sheet of paper, the colour has all drained from my face. I make a mental note to up the dosage of blusher and bronzer later as I look into the mirror, mistaking my reflection for Van Helsing himself. The bags under my eyes from the prolonged lack of sleep have begun to develop into the size of the Grand Canyon – despite having never visited, I’m told it’s rather large so the comparison seems reasonable.

I am half tempted to play music in attempt to no longer feel suffocated by the silence and long for the sound of The Lark Ascending to ring through my boudoir. Much to my dismay, I’m aware of the fact that my parents lie soundly sleeping somewhere in LALA Land and do not wish to disturb them. Not for their sake, but more for mine; they’d be like reincarnations of the Grinch at Christmas time if I was to wake them.


Good things that may or may not occur today if everything goes to plan:

  • I’ll finish my English essay that I’ve been prolonging and letting loom over me rather than having it be done with. (AN: if it’s half decent I may post it on here as it’s about Pride and Prejudice and that is the crap I dig.)
  • I’ll meet an old friend that I haven’t seen for two years and we will have a right ole’ chin wag. The fact that this also means I get to have a coffee that isn’t instant is a bonus.
  • I’ll pick some damsons, a fruit I’ve never tried before, with my parents from the neighbouring fields. IMPORTANT UPDATE: THEY WERE REVOLTING!!!
  • My room will get hovered, sheets washed and windows polished. I know that doesn’t sound like a good thing but I enjoy house work and clean, crisp sheets.

If I get that all done it’ll make me feel like I’ve done something partially productive with my day besides moan about the weather; a recurring theme on this blog. It’s now 4:38am so I’m going to do that essay in order to ‘start’ the day on a positive note. Mr and Mrs Bennet here I come…

*YAWNS*                                                                                                                                                                  Play with this post please: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFf2Yttrw


Autumn is by far my favourite season which is odd as it’s the season where we’re all launched back to school/work and become bombarded with essays and we slowly feel the stress on our backs accumulate. On top of this you have the continuous countdown to Christmas which, although exciting, during Autumn still feels miles away leaving me feel somewhat exhausted. Not to mention the appalling array of Saturday night TV which continues to conquer the newsfeed of every single social media site I’m apart of. (AN: I’m delaying visiting my Grandparents this time of year as Strictly and X-Factor are obsessively switched between on Saturdays and Sundays!)

For these reasons alone, with the additional change in weather and the loss of the blue skies and birds chirping in morning (which admittedly, I love) should mean that Autumn is ultimately the crappiest time of the year. Yet, despite this  I have learnt to love it and here’s my top ten reasons why you should to:

  • It’s OK to drink cups of tea upon tea upon coffee upon coffee all day long 24/7 as the weather turns. (This also includes being able to buy every single flavour of limited edition tea that repeats itself every year without justification!)
  • HALLOWEEN. I love Halloween. I don’t go trick or treating, or even dress up really but I do carvwoodse a pumpkin (never anything out of the ordinary; I’ve mentioned before the lack of an artistic bone in my body!) There’s something rather delightful about digging your hands inside a massive vegetable in order to make a face out of it to scare little children. Halloween also means ‘Sleepy Hollow’ & spooky stories that I’ve collected. This years line up: ‘Dracula,’ ‘Through the Woods’ and ‘Frankenstein.’
  • Soups, stews and chilli’s make a comeback. I have a few new ones in my repertoire  ready for this year to try e.g.  ‘Green Kitchen Stories – Beet Bourguignon’ plus  classics. (Not to blow my own trumpet but I make a mean vegan chilli and chickpea curry!)
  • I get to wear dark clothes, namely black. I already did this in Summer anyway but now I don’t have to feel bad about it. All the cosy knitwear comes back in stores and it’s now deemed acceptable to layer loads and look utterly uncoordinated because it’s cold as fudge outside.
  • SMELLS. Vanilla, cinnamon, fig, gingerbread, cookie dough, Christmas trees, logs burning on the fire…need I say more?

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  • Films, books and music all make their release as we approach the season of gift giving and I’ve been sat patiently waiting, crossing my legs in anticipation for their arrival into my hands and onto my shelf.
  • Traditions. My family have quite a fair few ‘traditions’ that we don’t purposely carry out; it just happens! As dark days seep in and the climate feels uninhabitable the wood-burn fire comes out of hibernation, the stockpot comes down from the shelf , the carry on films climb down from their home on rainy days and we spend many evenings together watching ‘Band of Brothers;’ a family favourite. In addition the twinkly lights get turned on alongside the sound of Sinatra which echo’s throughout the house.
  • Autumn also brings the changing of leaves from green to more hypnotising orangey, golden and rouge hues that make everything look like that park in that one scene from ‘When Harry Met Sally.’ Pine cones, conquers and the dirty dozen also begin to show their faces after being thoroughly missed. Gotta’ love nature.

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  • No more ‘Beach Body’ advertisements, diets and detoxes are shoved down our throats. Nope, everyone spends their days in their onesies as they shamelessly much on the treats that they’ve been depriving themselves of for too long.
  • Learning to appreciate the little things life has to offer. For example, we have gloves that allow us to use phone screens whilst ensuring that our fingers don’t freeze. BEST. INVENTION. EVER.

There we have it, my top ten reasons that explain my adoration for Autumn and aid me in being able to cope with the shock of school work, brittle weather and trashy television!