Greetings fellow book nerds! Right now I am hyped up on lack of sleep, (I’ve noticed this usually tends to be my final wave before I conk out completely) so lets hope I complete this without my head bashing the keyboard. 😀
The first book series that enters my mind – and probably a thousand other bookworms heads around the globe is the Harry Potter series. I’ve read it at least six times and went through a stage where I reread them every summer. Originally the books always came out at this time and I would sit reading them in the garden. Once the series was finished I continued the tradition, and even now whenever I see the first rays of sun in grey old England I feel the irresistible urge to dig out the first book and start Harry’s adventure all over again. However, to me Harry Potter seems too much of an obvious choice and as much as we all love it, it is hard to say anything ground breaking or new on the subject of interest! Besides, I already rambled about Luna on day 2. 🙂
So instead I choose to give the spotlight to a less well known and under appreciated set of books that I have reread multiple times and love just as much – Continue reading
Overall Impression: A fantastic first book full of magic, mystery and discovery. It never disappoints!
Due to my recent reading slump I decided to go back to an old favourite, Book of Shadows the first novel in the Sweep/Wicca series, a set of books very dear to my own heart, coming second only to Harry Potter. This is around the fifth time I’ve re-read Book of Shadows now if not more. Behind it’s garish front cover lies a beautiful coming of age tale. I first discovered this series aged 14, and in a weird way, I almost feel like the books chose me. They came to me in a point in my life where I really needed them, and they held for me some key advice and life lessons that helped me deal with several big changes going on at that time. These books are incredibly underrated and in my opinion deserve a much bigger spotlight.
Something it happening to me that I don’t understand. I see things, feel things in a new way. I can do things normal people can’t do. Powerful things. Magickal things.
It scares me.
I never chose to learn witchcraft. But now witchcraft is choosing me.
Morgan Rowlands is a young, conscientious girl of sixteen. She lives with her parents and sister Mary K in the town of Widow’s Vale. Her life couldn’t be more normal, going to school, visiting church and hanging out with her best friends Bree and Robbie. That is, until the mysterious and exotic Cal Blaire breezes into town. His charisma and lighthearted demeanor makes him instantly popular with every social group in the school, and Morgan can’t help but feel drawn to him in a way she has never experienced before. So when Cal invites a group of schoolmates to an unusual party out in the woods, she uncharacteristically accepts. Continue reading
Ok so here’s a random and vaguely related anecdote: There is currently a lot of DIY going on in my house, which means there are toolboxes and various pieces of equipment in my room. A couple of days ago my mum was helping me carry some stuff up there and I carefully reached over a mass of tools to turn on a plug, at which point I told her “You know we should move these because one day I’m going to actually step on that sword” She looked at me puzzled and said “sword?” At which point I replied “yes” She laughed “I think you mean SAW?”
I’ve been spending way too much time in the literary world lately, either that or art work’s fried my brain. Anhoooows thought you might find that vaguely amusing.
Now on with the post!
My book buying habit has reached an almighty high. I have never owned so many. You could say I’m a bit of book hoarder. Around a month ago I went up to my room with a fresh batch of brand new beautiful shiny books to place proudly on my shelves, only to realize that I had no space left. This isn’t the first time that this has happened either, except this time, it was on a somewhat larger scale. Luckily salvation was just around the corner in the form of a very thoughtful friend who donated to me one of her old bookshelves. So the problem is fixed – temporarily.
BUT I’ve already filled that bookshelf up, I’m now precariously squishing another layer onto it.