When I was 13 years old I enrolled in an intensive Summer camp. I’d read adventure novels and seen reality television about these sorts of camps and the idea of going somewhere which seemed to be able to transform people so entirely was appealing to me. The books and tv shows had definitely embellished on … Continue reading A Summer In Scotland
This morning I was roused from my much-needed slumber to attend a book festival. One of my favorite authors was going to be doing a Q+A session on her new book, this being the only reason I budged. Sadly I had now known about this until a day prior so I was unable to read … Continue reading Book Talks and Being a Writer
Do people still go to the library? Because any time I go there now, which admittedly is not that often, the only people I see is the man who's napping in one of the chairs, the desperate moms trying to pry their kid's sticky hands from the books and the older couples browsing the old … Continue reading Are Libraries a Thing of The Past?
Ellen Hopkins will forever be one of my favorite authors. She is most certainly not for everyone, but I happen to find her style enthralling, gritty and irresistible. Here are the opening few poems of one of her books Rumble: "Between the gray of consciousness and the obsidian where dreams ebb and flow, there … Continue reading Rumble, Ellen Hopkins
We only share biology class together but how fitting that is because love is just the collision of our chemistry and brain love is science but I don't love you I don't know you But I know you're French and you're so attractive you make me uncomfortable sitting next to you, and you … Continue reading 5 things about you and biology
My day started like most other Thursdays. I got up to the sound of my too loud alarm and then sat in a heap of blankets for a while before heaving myself over the edge of my bed and really starting the day. I've taken to the rather unhealthy habit of having my breakfast be … Continue reading Thursday
When I was young, I loved nothing more than jumping into a big puddle and hearing it splash. I'm not quite sure why but it always gave me such a rush. Though I was terrified of storms and didn't particularly love rain, the joy of puddles was strong enough to make me look forward to … Continue reading The Joy Of Puddles