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March 2014

A Short Story: Dino’s Big Trip


Hello, book lovers. I thought I would share with you another of my short stories. This one’s a lot longer than the others I have on here, and I wrote it last year, so well before I actually started university. It’s called Dino’s Big Trip and is about an 18 year old who is pressured into spending his 18th birthday at a Bingo hall with his grandfather. I’ve tried to make it humourous, so please do let me know if you think I’ve done the job well! Or if not, how can I improve it? Feedback is always appreciated. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Dino’s Big Trip

Dude, are you completely insane?” came my mate’s honest reply to my rather, well, embarrassing confession. And if you’d like me to go commando (I’m sure you would love that, flirty face), I had basically just confessed to my best mate Dan that I would be spending the night of my 18th birthday in a bingo hall with my Grandpa, Dino Dean. Yeah, I know, what a name! The alliteration of it has never ceased to make my eyes water. (They’re actually tingling as I write this).

But, yes, onto the topic at hand. Seriously, keep up! (God, some people just seem to have the attention spans of a bloody goldfish. Yes, I am talking to you, right there, you with the Tarantula on your face. Oh, I’m sorry, that’s your moustache?!)

It’s terrifying how carried away I can get sometimes. So, again, moving on. Saturday the 29th of December, 2012. My 18th Birthday. I was all set for a night out- me and my friends would celebrate with a night out on the town; seeing bright city lights and then finishing it all off by getting smashed out of our faces. And did I mention that there would be girls? Lots of girls. Yeah. That’s pretty important.

I headed up to my room to get ready. I had a quick shower- probably my quickest on record- and grabbed my best shirt and a pair of black jeans, and then put them on. I looked myself over in the mirror in the bathroom. Ran a hand through my dark hair. My hair was short and curled over itself on my forehead, making my blue eyes stand out against my slim facial features. Oh yes, Charlie, I thought to myself, pouting like a male supermodel or something. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing, I just knew I was hot. 

In that precise moment, Dad came up behind me. He rested a hand on my shoulder and my instant thoughts were, “Eww, get the fuck off of me,” but I couldn’t say that aloud. Or not today, anyway. I had to be a mature adult, and all that. So I just stepped to the side and he dropped his hand.

He looked as if he was about to say something.

Oh God, I thought to myself with a sigh. He’s about to go all soppy on me. And, what did I expect? Can I get a round of applause in here please?! Drum roll… yeah. He had tears in his eyes.

I can’t believe you’re 18 today,” he said softly. “You’ve grown up so fast.” For God’s sake, what is it with parents? Why do they always say that?

I never once, until that afternoon, imagined it would be my Dad in tears at the fact that I’m now a man. I mean, wasn’t that supposed to be my Mum’s job? But, yeah, I suppose you can’t have everything.

Soppy bastard, I thought to myself, chuckling inwardly. I could use this against him in the future, if only I had a good video camera…

Your Grandpa is here to see you,” Dad said next. He smiled. Dad and Grandpa had always been close. I suppose my Dad wanted me and Grandpa to be, too. “I think he has something he wants to ask you.”

Oh, fuck. He’s not going to have me come and live with him this Summer, is he? Last year was hell enough.”

Don’t speak that way about your Grandpa, Charlie. But no, I don’t think that’s it.” he smiled as if he knew something I didn’t. He covered his mouth with one hand. He was trying desperately not to laugh.

Spit it out, then. Don’t make me beat it out of you.”

You know you shouldn’t speak to me like that, Charlie Dean. I’m your father.”

I also know you’re going to let me off because it’s my birthday. So, spill.”

He couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle. And a loud one at that. I knocked him hard on the arm.

“Maybe you should go and find out for yourself, my boy.” he said, grinning as if he knew exactly what was about to go down.

So, giving him a sly look, I turned on my heel and walked down the stairs. My Grandpa was sat in the lounge, waiting. He got up when he saw me walk in, and came over to me, his arms wide. I took his hug, and smiled. Though I wouldn’t admit it to anyone other than myself, I did love my Grandpa. We had a lot in common.

He turned to face me, and we sat down on the couch. “Charlie boy,” he said. “How are you?”

I’m good, Grandpa.” I said.

That’s great, my boy. How is everyone at home?”

I almost sighed in frustration, it was always the same conversation. To fast-forward for you a bit, in case you hadn’t already guessed, he basically asked me if I wanted to come and play Bingo with him this evening, since it was my 18th and I was now legally old enough to play the game. “I think it would be great for the both of us, Charlie. It’s fun, you’ll meet all of my friends and, just between the two of us, I usually manage to sneak in some whiskey. I love spending time with you.”

He looked at me with hopeful anticipation. I didn’t know what to say. I already had plans for my birthday, but I didn’t want to upset my Grandpa either. Friends, or family? Get drunk with Dan and the others, or drink Whiskey at Bingo with Grandpa? I turned around.

Stood behind me, in the doorway of the lounge was Dad, staring at me with wild laughter in his eyes. He was finding it all hilarious, I could tell. When Grandpa turned to him, he burst out laughing.

“David, stop all that irritating noise, will you?” called Grandpa. But this just seemed to make him laugh all the more.

Dad, what the hell is so funny?” I retorted. I was annoyed now. 

I only just managed to work out what he was saying when he started talking; his laughter made it too difficult. “I…your Grandpa…Bingo, my 18th… It was hilarious… He embarrassed himself in… front of everyone…drunk…wheeled table…face-first in cake…Charlie…I knew he’d ask…You have to go… Hilarious.”

That was basically the gist of it, minus the missing words and the hysterical, gut-hurting laughter. I didn’t know what to say, I turned to Grandpa. He was staring at Dad with an expression of pain and anger on his face. And I suddenly knew what I had to do. I had to go with Grandpa, to make him feel better. Besides, he had whiskey, it could be worse!

Grandpa?” I said. He turned his face towards me. “Ignore Dad, he’s done so much worse than that. I’ll come to Bingo with you. It’ll be fun.”

He was sceptic at first. “You’re not just saying that so you can watch me embarrass myself again like your Dad said?”

“No!” I replied, the smallest bit hurt that he’d think that of me. “I want to go.”

He must have seen the expression on my face because he smiled. “Besides,” I continued. “If anything happens, I’ll embarrass myself too and we can be idiots together.”

I was surprised at what I was saying, but I was glad Grandpa was happy. Bloody hell though, I was turning into my Dad.

When we left, Dad could barely wave, he was holding his stomach and curled over in laughter. He clearly knew something was going to happen. But I didn’t care. I called Dan and told him about tonight, and he was as shocked as I knew he would be.

“Dude, are you completely insane?” he said. “I was so excited for tonight! Bingo? Fuck, Charlie, you fucking idiot!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe next time, Dan.” I said, chuckling inwardly. I hung up. I could almost feel his anger through the phone. I guess he was right to be angry, though. He’s my best mate and I’d just ditched him for my Grandpa. 

When we got into the taxi, Grandpa got out the whiskey. He took a swig, wiped the rim, handed it to me. I drank it in one gulp.

Oh well!” he said, looking at the empty bottle and pulling another out of his (apparently very large) coat pocket. “I have more!”

I laughed. “I never knew you were into Alcohol so much, Grandpa.”

And I never knew you were into partying so much. Your Dad told me you’d had plans to go out to a club tonight.”

He’d caught me there. I chuckled. “Mm, touché.”

He laughed. We smiled at each other, his blue eyes shining. If he was like this all evening, I could see us really enjoying ourselves. I didn’t bother to look out the window during the journey. I was just enjoying my conversation with Grandpa.

What was Dad like as a kid, then?”

You mean when he was around your age, or younger?”

As a teenager.”

Loud, but I’m sure you’ve guessed that already. Much like yourself, in fact. He loved to party as much as the next boy, he loved to drink. He was very social, had a lot of friends. But he had a bad attitude, it got him into a lot of trouble. At school, at work, and with the Police.”

I almost laughed out loud, I’d always imagined my Dad as the dorkiest boy of the year with his square glasses and stripey shirts. But he had been, well, a lot like me. “Did he ever get arrested?”

Grandpa laughed. “No, but he got a few warnings. But it was usually the people he was with that got him into trouble in the first place, shouting, egging houses, that kind of thing. He was just the one that was always there in the background, didn’t really do much to participate but was still there and so got into trouble with the rest of them.”

Before I knew it, we’d arrived outside the Bingo hall. We were late, and when we entered the room, everyone stared. It was all old people, as I had expected. But there were a few younger people too, a girl of around my age. Was she being dragged along by Grandparents and relatives, too? I was tempted to go over to her, with curly red hair, bright green eyes and slim figure, she was gorgeous. But I didn’t, I had to remember, I was here for Grandpa.

We sat down at one of the tables and they handed us each a booklet. Grandpa snuck me the full bottle of whiskey under the table and I took it, and hid it behind my ankles. God, my Grandpa the rebel. I was learning more about my family in this evening than I had in my entire life. And I liked it. I realised that I had a lot more in common with them then I had originally thought.

The caller started doing her calling, and Grandpa started stamping numbers with his big, fat yellow pen. I almost laughed, it looked out of place in his tiny hand.

I was looking around for a huge Vanilla cake, surveying the room. Oh God, there, on the prize table. And guess what? Wheels.

After lots of numbers, Grandpa shouted, “Bingo!” And the lady came over to check his booklet. When he went to the prize table, I had visions of the same thing happening again.

Grandpa, what is it you want? I’ll go and get it for you.”

He caught on straight away. “Why, the Whiskey of course.” I laughed. Got to my feet, collected his Whiskey for him. “You keep the one I gave you,” he whispered. “Don’t tell your Dad, though, it can be our little secret.”

I smiled slyly. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

All right.”

We changed booklets. I drunk some Whiskey and observed Grandpa. I wasn’t getting any numbers anyway. Every now and then, he would sneak a glance behind him at a woman on one of the other tables. The woman was pretty, around the same age as him, her hair white, her eyes a pretty blue. (Not that I am into older women, but if I was his age she would definitely be someone I would go for. God, that sounds weird. But whatever.)

I moved closer to him so he would hear me better. He was only opposite me but he was so engrossed in his booklet that I didn’t imagine he would actually be listening properly.

You should go over and talk to her.” I said.

He stared at me, clearly thinking I hadn’t seen him staring at her. His expression said who? Until my eyes pointed it out. Then he knew.

His cheeks blushed crimson. “No, I couldn’t… I mean, I wouldn’t… How, Charlie?”

The situation was so close to laughable. My Grandpa asking me for relationship advice. Dan would be having a fit if he was here right now. I would be too, but I didn’t want him to think I was laughing AT him. 

Just be yourself,” I said softly. “Ask her for her phone number, or something.” – If she even had a mobile, I couldn’t help but think. God, I was so mean.

He nodded. “OK, I’ll go after Bingo finishes.”

I smiled. “Good, and if she says no, you just smile and walk away- show her what she’s missing.”

The games passed quite quickly. I managed to win a few prizes, a bottle of Vodka, some wine for my Mum (God, were these people were obsessed with alcohol?), and a large box of chocolates.

It was when they finished that the action started. I watched and waited while Grandpa walked up to his special lady and started talking to her. She seemed fairly happy to see him, she was smiling and laughing at what I presumed were the little jokes he often made when he was nervous. Well, that was better than nothing.

But when he got to the prize table, everything went wrong. He was walking with his lady, (they were holding hands and smiling and laughing!), but just as they passed the table, the table cloth with the prizes on top fell down from where it had been neatly tucked under the chair and got trapped under Grandpa’s feet, which caused all of the remaining prizes to fly off the table and straight at the two of them. The worst part was that the cake, vanilla flavour, ended up flying straight into the lady’s face. Grandpa spent the rest of the evening drunk and lonely. He cried all the way home.

I just wanted her to love me,” he sobbed into my shoulder. I just uttered soothing words and held him.

I wanted to be optimistic. “At least you didn’t get a face-full of cake this time.” I said softly, laughing to myself, imagining my Dad’s face when we appeared in the doorway of the house.

Grandpa looked up at me with an angry expression on his face, then fell suddenly asleep on my shoulder and forgot all about it until the next morning.

The poor bugger. He’d gone over there expecting her to be all happy with him, and then when she had been, he’d messed it up by covering her face in cake. You had to feel sorry for him.

But we had a good night, and it was definitely an… interesting way to spend my birthday. I look forward to telling Dan all about it when we go back to college on Monday. That is if he’s even talking to me since I ditched him and all.

So, I guess the moral of the story is if your Grandpa asks you to Bingo for your 18th birthday, don’t let him anywhere near the wheeled prize table, under any circumstances.

Because believe me, if you do, you will not be happy with the result.

Happy reading!



Book Review: Life Of Pi by Yann Martel


Hey, book lovers!

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been a bit busy working on assessments and then I was away with a friend for a few days in Liverpool, so I haven’t been able  to work on any reviews or put up any of my poetry or short fiction. But I’m back now! I’ll be posting lots over the next few weeks and especially as Easter break  is arriving at the end of this coming week, I’ll have more time to post! So, this review is of a wonderful book called Life Of Pi by Yann Martel.

It’s a strange premise at first- you don’t often hear of a story where a young boy is trapped on a boat in the middle of the ocean with a 450-pound Royal Bengal tiger, but though seemingly odd, the novel is wonderfully written and you are really drawn into Pi’s tragic world. He is recalling his story to a young man with a deep curiosity and this is shown through the narrative and dialogue throughout the novel, and the progression of time on the boat  is manifested very well.

Pi is a captivating character. He’s on a route for survival- he is stuck in the middle of the ocean on board with a tiger and has to work out how to keep himself alive, dodging the weapons of nature and, well, Richard Parker’s enormous teeth. He’s strong, he learns to live with the situation and to think of ways to find food and water, and soon grows closer to the tiger, as if he is a kind of friend.

There were times where I found this book a little slow-going, but it’s probably just because it’s not the kind of thing I usually read- you may have a much different opinion when you read it for yourself. But there is humour in his interactions with the tiger and intellect in his  ways of thinking about what to do next. Other than that, I don’t think I can really recommend this book enough. If you enjoyed the movie, you will love the book. (The book is always better, in my opinion. Besides, you might not have made the film without the book in the first place, so it’s important!)

Anyway, simply, go out and read this one! It will be worth your time.

Happy reading!




A Short Story: The Silver Spoon

Hello, book lovers.

Here’s another short story. A bit of an explanation behind this one: this was a task we were asked to do during the first couple of weeks of my degree where we had to come up with words of our own, add them in and to write a short story using these. I struggled with this task at first but after a little while I managed it. So, here you go. I hope you like it, and hopefully you get the gist of what I’m talking about! I tried to make it so that you can understand.

The Silver Spoon

Father shooed me across the room and dagged the cleaner for being a ‘bloody Beager’, saying she ‘ain’t meant to do any more than she’s told of her’. I stepped outside and into the hall, marvelling at the grand beauty that is our open stairbox. The design created by ancestors of ours from centuries ago, it is a real divine thing to be able to say I own. My eyes pointed at the floor, I splod out across the marble tile flooring and scutter up the stairs towards my bedroom.

I open the door and a quiverring happiness stirred in my belly at the sight of the enormous, gandering masterpiece stood beside my bed. Tall and round, covered with a glorious pink and silver patterned wrapping could only be the gift for a silver-spooned silborn like myself. But the guttling sensation of guilt filled my innards when I memoired as to why such an item was in my living quarters in the first place. Because of the narker that was my little brother. He was the one who had suggested the gift to Father.

‘Rory!’ I dagged in my most enormous bellow of the evening.

He came running in, wearing only his little undergarments. Silly narker. He giggled. I laughed. He ducked when I reached to patter him on the belly and it didn’t take long before he’d stuck his foot out in front of him and I tripped and fell face-first onto the granite floor. Dagging loudly in his face, I screamed, ‘You little brunt!’

Rory giggled multiple times. He didn’t find it too amusing when I dagged him but when I screamed the words, he only laughed. ‘Ellie loves Billy!’ he belled. ‘Ellie and Billy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-‘

He shupped just as father came storming into my bedroom and pucked him up by the collar of his t-shirt so that his little feet were dangling in the air before practically throwing him through the door and out of the room. Father placed his hand up against the wooden surface of Rory’s bedroom door and marched him through it. ‘Get in there now, and stay until I say you can come out. Understood?’

Guilt flooded my chest as Rory started to cry. I could just hear it from where I was stood in the doorway of my bedroom and the sound of his sobbing wasn’t particularly something I wanted to hear. His tears got to me every time.

When Father headed back down the stairs, everything was quiet. An eerie silence took over and so I peeked my head around the doorframe and whispered, ‘Rory!’ He poked his head back around the bedroom door and gawped at me, his little eyes wide like two round moons.

He ran. I darted after him and bugged him along by the elbow before he had a chance to get away. But he was fast. Too fast. I watched with a bitter expression on my lips as the unviewed annual gift crashed to the floor of my bedroom and shuttered into a zillion pieces.

A reflective. The beautiful, enormous reflective that had been scattered down through the family had been my gift. And now it was in pieces.

Rory giggled.

I screamed.


Book Review: Knife Edge by Malorie Blackman (Sequel to Noughts and Crosses)

Knife Edge

Hey, book lovers.

This particular review is about the second book in one of my all-time favourite series by an author called Malorie Blackman, the Noughts and Crosses series. Knife Edge is the sequel to the first book, a book I have recently reviewed on this blog so if you have not read the first book I do recommend looking up that one before reading this review. I wouldn’t want to spoil it for anyone!

This wonderful story lives in a world where people with white skin are seen as inferior, where prejudice and racial discrimination are at the heart of everything in this society. Callum and Sephy are childhood best friends, but Callum is white and Sephy has dark skin, so as you can imagine, this isn’t going to be seen as right or just. But they are determined to stay together, arranging meetings on the small beach near Sephy’s family home. In the second novel, after the tragic death of innocent Callum at the end of the first novel, his brother Jude blames Sephy for everything that has happened to his family, a life filled with sadness. He is bitter, and reaches out to get his revenge on her, hiding in the shadows while keeping a careful eye on his mother, Sephy and her young child, Callie Rose.

The book is incredibly well written. The characters are compelling and relatable, the book touches on themes that are often true to everyday life and the plot is gripping and keeps you on the page until the very end. I’ve read each book in this series four times now, the most I’ve ever read out of a book or series. I know it so well. I’m trying not to give too much plot away because I’d like you to experience it for yourselves, but I will definitely say that this is worth the read.

For now, happy reading!



A Short Story: A Very Mysterious Child With Tiny Wings


Hey, book lovers. So I’m posting another short piece of fiction of mine. I’m quite proud of this one and I really hope you like it. This story is something that came out of a task we were asked to do in our first few weeks of my Creative Writing degree late last year, one where we were given a short story about a young couple who find an angel, a very old man with messy, broken wings, and the story was really well written. Our lecturer asked us to write our own short story of about 500 words that was inspired by this story. This is my own personal story that I wrote from that. Please let me know what you think!

A Very Mysterious Child With Tiny Wings

The car sped to a halt as the boom pierced the country night air. The tyres screeching against the asphalt, the car slammed into an oak tree at the side of the deserted road. As the car alarm blurted its warning signal and shards of shattered glass bled onto the empty road, the driver’s door was flung open and a young man stumbled out onto the road, clutching an empty beer bottle. His dark hair fell in curls against his neck. He wore a dark shirt with grey stripes over a pair of dark jeans and converse. Blood streaming down one side of his face, he slammed the door shut and  called out to his brother’s girlfriend, a tall, slim woman with curly red hair and narrow facial features. The crash had caused only limited injuries.

They stumbled around to the back of the car, both tripping in their intoxication. ‘George,’ the woman slurred, ‘What’s happenin’?’

‘We hit somethin’, Lucy’.’ said George, stumbling through the shrubbery.

Lucy stared back at her boyfriend’s younger brother with a puzzled expression. ‘Lucy, get over here!’ called George. Lucy followed his instructions, surprised at the sudden interest in the  shrubbery he had bent down to scrutinize. ‘There’s something in the grass.’

She stalked over to join him, surprised and intrigued, as the pair began to sober up.

‘What is it?’ she asked, bending down beside him to where he was kneeling, holding something in his arms. She gazed down at the tiny being. Hidden under a black blanket was a small bundle with a tiny nose, two dark blue eyes and a curved little mouth.

‘A baby,’ George replied. ‘I found him just here at the foot of the tree.’

Lucy stopped to take the baby from George’s arms, now completely sober, feeling only concern. She studied his little face, half-open eyes and soft skin. Where did this baby come from? Why was he here?

She made her decision. ‘Let’s take him home.’ she said. ‘I’ll take care of him.’

George nodded and headed for the front door. Lucy followed, holding the baby in her arms.

It didn’t take long to reach her suburban house. They headed inside, wondering what to do next. George ran up the stairs with the slightest ounce of  hesitation. ‘I’ll just get us a fresh blanket,’ he said. ‘He must be cold.’

Lucy nodded and placed the baby down onto the leather couch. She turned and headed quickly into the kitchen, turning around to check that he hadn’t already vanished into thin air.

But as she appeared back in the kitchen, she stared, stunned. For sat up on the sofa was the baby, in his hands a tiny golden bow and arrow. He giggled and turned so that Lucy could see clearly two tiny silver wings. He got to his feet and placed the arrow into position in the bow, pulled back and released. The arrow pierced her chest just as George appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.

And his face was both the first and the last thing she saw.

I hope you liked it! Please let me know!

Happy reading!





Book Review: Close My Eyes by Sophie McKenzie

Close my eyes

Hey, book lovers.

This wonderful book is by one of my favourite authors Sophie McKenzie, Close My Eyes. I absolutely love all of the books of hers that I have read; I own her Girl, Missing series, her Blood Ties series and her Falling Fast series as well as the first Medusa project book, The Setup and her newest book, Split Second- so you could say I’m a fan! Her style of writing is just wonderful, her characters are always strong but with their own personal insecurities, her plots are always gripping and keep you hooked on the pages. And this one definitely does all of these things.

Her first adult novel, Close My Eyes is about a woman called Geniver Loxley who discovers that the child she had thought had passed away at birth is actually out there waiting for her, when a stranger appears on her doorstep. Gen is a writer, trying to concieve another child since Beth’s “death”, but she soon comes to realise that her husband Art has more secrets than she would have ever thought and she is drawn into a sick and twisted conspiracy of the reasons for hiding the truth. There are more discoveries to be made about the child that Gen would never have expected, things that change her perspective of everything she has ever known.

In comparison to some of her other novels, I’m not completely sure that this is the best. I found that the novel was well written and the descriptions and the dialogue were all completed really well, but I found that it was a little more slow-moving than the others. They tend to have a thicker pace and more events happening in between, whereas this one seemed to kick into action towards the end of the novel, but the ending was of course very worth it. This might be the move into adult as opposed to Young Adult writing genre, but this was just something I personally found, knowing how well plotted her Young Adult novels are. But it doesn’t take away any of the reaidng experience, and Gen and Art are both compelling characters, and it makes you wonder exactly why he would do something like that. The stranger on the doorstep was very well written for me, it was the eeriness of the appearance, I think, the way she randomly arrived and had all of this information but seemed eager to leave.

I think the best thing I can say is go out and give this wonderful book a read. Her other novels also deserve attention, and they some have received many awards. So give it a try! You will be happy you did.

Happy reading!



Book Review: City Of Bones by Cassandra Clare


Hey, book lovers.

I’ve recently finished reading this wonderful novel by Cassandra Clare called City Of Bones, and to be honest it really hooked me  in from the beginning. (Not many books seem to do that at the moment, mostly Divergent, The Hunger Games trilogy and books by Sophie McKenzie and Noughts and Crosses series by Malorie Blackman.) But this was another one to add to that very list!

I finished it just yesterday, actually. Each of the other books I’ve been reviewing have mostly been books that I have on my shelf but haven’t read for a little while. But I thought I would change it up a little bit for now.

The story focuses on Clarissa (Clary) Fray, a strong, witty character with a bigger past than she had originally known. When, one day she is out with her friend at Pandemonium, she comes across a mysterious group enchanting a demon to his death. She soon comes to realise that she is facing a group of Shadowhunters, a strange group with a completely different lifestyle, a whole lot of scars and a demon-killing mindset. But when she goes home to find her mother missing and a green, human-eating demon in her home, she realises that there might actually be more to her mother than she had originally known. Jace, a gorgeous young Shadowhunter soon comes to her rescue, though she kills the demon herself, and he takes her to their home, a place with the outside appearance of a church and the interior of somewhere inhabited by demon killers. She finds herself falling for him and he shows her a world full of demons, shadowhunters, faeries, vampires, werewolves and the forsaken, a group of giant people. It all seems very strange at first but when you get into it, you’ll love it! I certainly did.

Go out and buy it!

Happy reading!



Book Review: Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier


Hey, book lovers.

This post is a review of the classic tale Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier, a story about the other woman and the stuggles experienced by a young heroine in a household full of eerie stories and a mysterious presence of the husband’s late wife, Rebecca De Winter. Moving from France without much hope for her own life, the unnamed narrator of the novel meets the handsome Max De Winter, a widowed man with a stern nature and a shocking, mysterious past. But his brittle exterior soon gives way to the love he has for his new, younger wife and she begins to see more to him than she had originally done, uncovering more and more secrets about the life he lead with the other woman and how it all came to a brutal end.

I think the contrast between the heroine of the novel and the idea of Rebecca was done effectively. The heroine shows her slightly shy, naive nature from the very beginning, and when she meets Maxim she becomes very easily attached to him, as if coming across slightly eager. The idea of this other woman is there when she moves into Manderley, the home where Maxim and Rebecca had lived before, in the way she  is spoken about by the servants, the guests that attend their dinner parties and in the stern, eerie nature of Mrs Danvers the housekeeper.

I was hooked from beginning to end with this book. I don’t often read classic novels like this except for my course, but I’ve heard lots about this one and decided to pick it up from Waterstones a little while ago. It’s a beautiful book and the writing is wonderfully crafted, the descriptions are pretty and she is really good at describing the house itself and you can imagine what it would look like as if you were actually there. The dialogue and descriptions show the characteristics of each character really well;  I loved Maxim’s hollow outside nature and somehow I just knew he would change and become something more interesting, and he did towards the end  when everything starts to come out about what really happened to Rebecca. I do not want to spoil it for you so I will not try to go into too much detail, but all I can say is that it is definitely one I recommend.

Happy reading!






A Poem: Winter’s Embrace


Hey, book lovers. Another poem for you! I hope you like it. This one’s a little more cheerful than the others. Just imagine a man and a woman, sitting by a fireplace in a stately home, during the winter.

Winter’s Embrace

The winter is cold

and the fire is blazing

glistening reflected flames

in the pupils of him, and of her


Their silence speaks a thousand truths

and all is calm, now

nothing can be said

that is left unsaid


For words make no sense

when love is just a glance

between two faces

and two pairs of eyes


She reads a novel of three hundred thousand words

though uncaring of the amount

for her mind is elsewhere

on thoughts left unspoken


In his hands is the daily paper

stories of interrupted truths on each unique page

for in his mind’s eye

is the green-eyed redhead he so often dreams about


She is beautiful

he thinks

He is kind

she whispers




The names spoken simultaneously

Then comes a pause


Neither knowing what to say

or think

and so the silence again transpires

an adoring glance to save a love


“What shall we do tomorrow?”

She asks

“Worry when it arrives.”

He says


And as they embrace

saving all well-mannered grace

on this careful eve

their love grows stronger still             


Happy reading!



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