Saturday, 29 August 2015

First Chapters

I started writing The Novel, but I don't haven't put the bones together right. They all there, but the first chapter doesn't seem right and I want the first chapter to be right, because I can weak weeks in between that story. But that the first chapters need to dawn you in and hook you.

How stories start are important. Not as important as the endings or the entre worth of the middle. Because whilst the middle can be a bit wonky when you have decided to write a novel on a week to week basis for the internet. My novel will not be perfect. It will not proofread and I am a dyslexic who misses words in her sentences and writes the completely wrong word sometimes. I have literally, not noticed the wrong word for years. It why I always say in my "About"s that I'm dyslexic because I am doomed to make grammar and spelling mistakes more than a non-neurodivergent person (which it a term I like because it has "divergent" in it, but also because my things are numbers and it is still fun to mindboggle people).

The plot will very go off the rails. The characters might secretly build forts and not tell me about them till  over half way in. It will be thing that should be edited because I don't even have plan or proper ending to work to. I have a idea that want expand. We see where it goes. 

I'm starting uni soon and it has stuck up upon me like most things in life that know are on its way. They are only two days left in August. The schools are back. The lease for my accommodation is only a week from starting.

I went to do a test for Autism yesterday. The person asked me how I would feel if I wasn't autistic. I don't think I answer honestly at the moment, because the truth is that be a tiny bit soul crushing after all this time not to own that label anymore, to have find another one to explain myself to the world. It's been almost three years since I finally stumbled on to Selective Mutism and then Autism, with the Aspergers linking so much to me. I would probably cry if a team of expects said I was not. I might cry either way. I like to cry with what ever emotions I'm feeling. Expect happiness, it would be relief I would feel. 

She asked me to explain happiness. The only thing I could think was a lack of physical impact. Stress takes me by my throat and chest. Sadness makes me numb and wanting to cry at lot for no reason. Though, I think it's good to cry sometimes, the stress it relief is brilliant when you've been saving it and something fictional burst it. It easier to cry over things that don't matter to the life you live and can't touch your space, no matter how relatable the characters or the story is, which I love it when Cat Clarke has a new book to stab me with, because I needed the cried over characters that feel real but I know will be fine because fictional characters will always exist in a state of being fine, because you can find the page where they are.

Humans are not books, so our pages get lost, which is why nostalgia is thing even when we know things were actually great as a whole. If humans were books, we would all be massive series. I think my current book is ending and that's terrifying.

I am going to uni. No matter where I am next year, in whatever state with different labels and emotions always bubbling, new things will happen to me. I have paid a deposit, I will pay rent, I will budget for my life  with failures I'm sure. I feel prepared. I know I will do one dumb thing, one thing I'll probably regret and I will have to live with strangers who hopefully will not all be that in a months time. I carry expectations of failures because I am human and I learn to add it as writing material. However, I also carry knowledge that this is a path I chosen for myself. I have stumbled along the path given to me for the majority of my life. I have chosen what I'm going to do, not be limited with what it local or what my parents thought was best.

I am going to study and learn how to make films. I think I might be good. I think that I'm secretly aggrato and confident about my ability to make things. I'm a decent writer, I know I can do it better than other people, on several topics and themes so that something. I accept the basery that I have something of value to add to films. If I do it, that be up to me to keep walking and see what in the woods.

 I'm currently reading a book that ends with a prologue and the characters are off to uni. It made me think about my own thing. I am getting ready and leave, to never come back to this position. That's scary no matter how bad I wanted, no matter how long I've been planning.

I don't write with a plan because most of my plans get thrown out the window, some stick to the glass or the flame in somewhere. This will time it gets stuck. I think I should go before I start spurting about more purple pose about my life and thoughts. I will find out the autistic thing in month time at the soonest, that pretty quick to compared to how long it took me to get here. If it is a no, that will just another long battle. I'm so stick of battles. I think I might have a illness (not life threatening) but at this moment the idea to even attempt to find out, just sounds exhausting after the Autistic wait that's not over yet and who knows if the soldiers will be home for Christmas in that war (I don't know who the soldiers are in this metaphor, I want to the use the reference that says it might not be over so soon (knock wood)). I can only wege so many wars and I preparing for another one.

Though, hopefully I will gain some allies for this one.

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Book Review: One by Sarah Crossan

Wow, description that's not at all tasteless.

Grace and Tippi are twins – conjoined twins.
And their lives are about to change.

No longer able to afford homeschooling, they must venture into the world – a world of stares, sneers and cruelty. Will they find more than that at school? Can they find real friends? And what about love?

But what neither Grace or Tippi realises is that a heart-wrenching decision lies ahead. A decision that could tear them apart. One that will change their lives even more than they ever imagined…

This is hard book to review because I'm not sure what to say about it.

The book is told by one of the twins, Grace over several months. The writing has a poetic style. 
Sentences are 
separated by paragraphs
like this.
It was slightly jarring at first, I got use it and think it was good addiction to the story.

The characters are okay, but I think I found the concept more emotional than the characters. The exploration of love and different types of relationships were good but the characters feel like placements to me. Though, when reading the book they are fine

Overall, I give this book four out of five books for dragons. I really enjoyed...cried my eyes out reading this book.

I got this book for review off NetGalley and it is being published by Bloomsbury Children's on 27th August 2015.

Book Review: Lair of Dreams by Libba Bray

America, the inventor of White people.


After a supernatural showdown with a serial killer, Evie O'Neill has outed herself as a Diviner. Now that the world knows of her ability to 'read' objects, and therefore, read the past, she has become a media darling, earning the title, 'America's Sweetheart Seer'. But not everyone is so accepting of the Diviners' abilities . . . 

Meanwhile, mysterious deaths have been turning up in the city, victims of an unknown sleeping sickness. Can the Diviners descend into the dreamworld and catch a killer?

This the sequel to the Diviners, I sort of have a video review of it (the things you do for YouTube). We continue to be in the swinging 20s (we will be back there in less than five years so who needs a time travel. Also books). Bray does a good job of capturing this time period and shows all negatives whilst having fun with the setting.

While sticking to the same characters, this book forces more on Henry and Ling Chan in this novel, though probably not by much but it does feel like their novel, with Theta singing in the background. These characters on them on are entertaining, but together they are perfect and have a great plot behind them.

The plot is complex, whilst continuing the plot from the last book, there is different threat to deal with. It feels a lot like crime/thriller which it pretty much is but with ghosts and stuff. It's a pretty good one. I think we get the right balance of the individual plot and over-arching series plot.

Overall, I give this book four out of Fives stars for Yorick Performances.I am excited for the next book in the series which I'm hoping isn't going to have the same (or longer) wait time for that book. There is complex backstory going on and I want answers. Also the characters are compelling and I want to know what goes down with them. In summary, I want more and you should read this book if it all sounds appealing to you.

 I got this book for review from NetGalley and it is being published by Atom on the 25th August 2015.

Saturday, 22 August 2015

LES VegasABLES

My parents have went and arrived back from Las Vegas. I now have the most annoying pen ever invented and will have fun with it using to use it for betting purposes. They had a great holiday but a terrible flight home. Delayed for hours and then had to take a bus to another airport in London to get home. It was a lot worse than sentences makes it sounds. They both disabled and Vegas is hella long flight (ten hours), then there's another plane to the homeland.

I have been terrible this week. I haven't filmed, reviews have went to the waste lines. My parents were gone and my sib sleeps till 6pm most days. This was the perfect time to film a certain video that I don't have space for in my room. Of course I didn't film it. Will have to get it done next week. I also never edited or wrote anything.

I never read anything. Though, I did buy all the books whilst my parents were away. They will never know that I brought another Library's worth. I mean they came up here and most of them arrived or were pre-orders so they will drizzle in. If I was really smart I would have sent them to my term address which I now have. Though, I'm confused about how to write the address.

 My parents being gone has confirmed that I'm ready to live in a different house than them. I want to be an independent lady who doesn't have hide her book addiction from people in RL but proclaims on the interweb and has say in her room about it.

I am off to cover my eyes with Urban Decay make-up. Well, the stuff that wasn't randomly stole from my parent's suitcases. My parents sure had great time in Vegas, if only they could have teleported home or knew Superman.

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

Book Review: While the Others Sleep by Tom Becker

I slept like a baby after reading thing. Though, a baby with insomnia, but that's normal.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Alfie can't sleep. He's been sent to the sanatorium to "get better".

And it's a terrifying place.

Especially at night...when everyone else is asleep.

Alfie soon discovers that being awake is the most dangerous condition of all.

You'll find out why. But don't expect to sleep afterwards.

I liked this book, right till the end because I really don't get what going on there. The conclusion of this book is unsatisfying and confusing. There were questions raised I don't think were answered. The twists were dumb.

The writing seems to be too modern. I can understand this with this being YA and aimed at inexperienced readers but this story doesn't fully work in it's time setting to begin with. Asylums are talked about as if they are a thing of the distant past but this is going on right now, in the hell day of them being terrible. 

 Overall,  I give this book 2 out of 5 stars for night walking. This story was okay, but in terms of horror, it's not scary and is very cliché in a nonsensical way.  There is some interesting imagery but that's about it. ALSO WHO THE HELL SET FIRE TO THE HOUSE?

Book Review: Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon

Bad parenting in YA is as common as Love Triangles.

Madeline Whittier is allergic to the outside world. So allergic, in fact, that she has never left the house in all of her seventeen years. But when Olly moves in next door, and wants to talk to Maddie, tiny holes start to appear in the protective bubble her mother has built around her. Olly writes his IM address on a piece of paper, shows it at her window, and suddenly, a door opens. But does Maddie dare to step outside her comfort zone?

Everything, Everything is about the thrill and heartbreak that happens when we break out of our shell to do crazy, sometimes death-defying things for love. 


Lets start by stating the above summery has a small error and things don't quite go down in that way in the book. You're be shocked and horrified (okay, it's that there's no piece of paper. Also she has left the house, but she doesn't remember that). This plot isn't very unique and the plot is almost the exact same as a film, but reverse genders and a different tone. I won't say which one for spoilers but you can probably work out if you wanted to. I also feel like I have either read/heard about another book with characters with the same disorder.

The format of this book is my favourite part of this book.We have typical pose from the point of view of the Madeline with illustrations scatter throughout the book and emails, texts and post-it notes.

The characters themselves ain't great in personality department. I kinda equal the two main characters as two traits, Madeline is books and Olly is maths. Oh, I forgot that Olly is actually Green Arrow. I don't feel like explaining that reference. Their actual interactions are good, but these characters don't stand for themselves for me and feel flat. The relationship between Madeline and her mother doesn't sit right with me, especially towards the end of the book. I would have like more resolution with them.

Overall, I give this book 3/5 stars for humuhumunukunukuāpuaʻa. This novel is not at all original and filled with clichés but it's done pretty well. It's a good light read, though I do feel it's trying to be more than that with the issues it has characters facing. Though, that could be interpreted as Yoon trying to make them more realistic. The ending is just too "perfect" for me to think of it as anything more.

I got this book off NetGalley for Review and it is being publish by Corgi Childrens on

Saturday, 15 August 2015

To Edinburgh Again

I come to you from the past to tell you a tale of wore and wonder. That sure would be a great intro if I had anything to follow that up with.

I am currently on my way to Edinburgh. Sadly, not for the first day of the Edinburgh International Book Festival. I will not be stalking David Levithan. Instead I will be at screening of films that have been shortlisted and should have something about light. Don't you be a stalker. I feel hardly any of ownership of this film, there like one short or something. I filmed it. If we win, it's bagging rights. Also answering questions we don't have answers to.

I plan to give you an update later on today.

UPDATE

We won....something. Most Original Idea which I had hardly anything to do with but screw it, lets just pretend to be like person who that demands an Executive Producer credit and did nothing of the sort. Of course, in this case I actually worked on the film and its hard to know how much you committed to something when it's a free for all of creativity and knowledge of science.

I could link you to the now award wining film and maybe I will as my last name is in the credits, which I never noticed. I actually thought it had it but it doesn't. I just saw my first name and scrimed over the rest. I would like to estabished that I live in the middle of nowhere and this just shows that I do in fact live in the South West of Scotland.

What does it matter? You can find anyone if you really try. We won a GoPro camera which I will now try find ways to use it in the next film. We didn't know that the other winners got anything before we got there, besides Best Film getting a trip to Bristol and the experience interviewed where one of the questions being asked to define a short film which is a horrifying to asked anyone because really, the only answer is it's shorter than a feature film and a story will tell you how long it has to be.

It was really interesting to see other people interpretation of the theme.

Our filmed shared a lot of things with the other films which was funny.

Woods was a recurring theme, though that might just because we all lived in Scotland and how far away are you ever away from the trees. I am looking at some now outside the window. Another film  had the same letter effect for their title and narration was a thing that we shared with of the films. Also science and space was a thing that most took into account.

There was also one that had them burning a Robot. Silly post-apocalyptic, people, mental doesn't burn. It's melts or chars. That was also one of the rare, taking light as metaphoric light in the darkness. It also opens with Dumbledore quote as though he is a real person: "Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." 

Do I have a favourite? Hell no. I don't pick favourites, I just pick out the errors and cool elements which is why my reviews are a mess. Though, I liked our film better now that I've seen on a Cinema scene. You'll have to settle for YouTube.

 

I am now off to pretend to write or film something that can be edited into something interesting. Totally now going to sarcastically writing award winning film maker in my blurbs of everything. Na, no one would get the sarcasm.

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Book Review: The Moment Collector by Jodi Lynn Anderson

Bobbing along, Bobbing along on the wind, spying on people.

"The yard of this house is a graveyard of moments and everything left behind is a clue. And I am here to dig."

There's a ghost haunting 208 Water Street. She doesn't know who she was, or why she's still here. She does know that she is drawn to Maggie, the new girl in town, and her friends - beautiful, carefree Pauline and Liam, the boy who loves her.

But the ghost isn't all that's lurking in Gill Creek... Someone is killing young girls all across the county. Can the ghost keep these three friends safe? Or does she have another purpose?

This book is also know as The Vanishing Season, I have no idea how either name was came upon.

The writing was pretty. There is this thing about a nameless ghost spying on everyone. It's odd flaming devices that all brings to the book as no one is aware of the ghost within the story.

This is a novel about relationships. Everything else is just flaming. I like the exploration of the friendship dynamics, it does feature a love triangle but it's interesting in terms of a relationship study. It was bit frustrating sometimes the way the different angles behaved.

I found the ending disappointing, I think it was twisty for the sake of twisty. Also strangely happy considering everything that happens.

Overall, I gave the book 4 out of five stars for ice holes. This book was pretty to read and the character were interesting and real.

I got this book off NetGalley for Review and it is published by Orchard Books.

Saturday, 8 August 2015

Short Story: Bad Weather

Hello people, today story comes from a prompt: Write a story about a guy who walks into a bar on a dark and stormy night. I have taking place in the BookTubeathon so I wrote this instead of reading, but read when I should have been writing it's all too confusing.

Bad Weather 

The pub was pretty empty for a Friday night and the place was usually empty. Only our usual Todd sat at a booth in the back, nursing his only whiskey of the night. I suspected that Todd didn't liked the drink he brought every night and never drank. It was a shame, because it was always the good stuff he got and I myself liked that whiskey.

I never asked him about it because he freaked me out. I caught him staring at me from across from his usual booth all the time, till I learned not to look in that corner. His hands are always freezing, no matter the weather, I tried avoid touching him by putting his drink on the bar instead of handing him it but he would grab it before I let go of it and he always bushed my palm when he pays.

Today, it was cold and damp so it made since when the stab of cold hit my skin, but it just doesn't seem right. I rubbed my hand on my apron, trying to get renewed sensation to go away.

The bar door opens and two guys I have never seen before enter. It's odd to see anyone completely new after working here for over a year and of course living few streets away. One looks to be older than the other by ten years, both are wearing all black. Neither of their jacket have hoods and they soaked. They look around the bar, before separating in direction without saying a word.

The older ones heads towards Todd's booth and sits. It is literally the most shocking thing I have seen working here as I have never experienced Todd talking to anyone but me and only to order his drink. The only reason I know his name is because Boss made me card him, despite him clearly being middle age.

"A beer, please."

I jump, I had been so focused on the older one engaging with Todd that I never noticed the younger one siting now at the bar.

"Wha...What kind?" I stutter out.

 "Whatever you have on draught."

We have three beers on draught so I give him the one that should have the most in the barrel to avoid changing them on my shift. That can be the boss's job, he hates doing it so always makes me do it.

He hands me a tenner for the pint.

"Keep the change." I say thanks and go to put it the shared tip jar, he grabs my wrist. I tried to jump out of his grip, his hand is as cold as Todd's and his grip is too strong for me to break.

"You keep it," he says as calmly as before, like this is normal. He lets go. There now a clitch in my gut. I leave my arm handing there for a minute before finally putting the money in my pocket. I'll put the money in the jar after he leaves. The company that owned the pub had this big thing about sharing tips. It was a fireable offense to keep tips, not that we got many at night.

 He staring at me and hasn't touch his drink. I ignore him and go to wipe the bar at the opposite end. I decide to the watch the strange show of Todd with another person. I wonder if I should get the Boss from the back to witness this rare moment. He might not believe me otherwise. I'm too far away to hear them speaking anyway.

I move from the bar and catch the the eye of the other one.

"You're rather pretty," he says plainly. Great, I hate when straight guys hit on me and now I have an especially weird one doing it. He'll probably comment on on my lip piecing next and then ask if anything else is pieced whilst looking at my flat chest. They're usually wasted at this point when they start flirting with me.

"So I'm told," I say.

"Would you like me to suck you off?"

"WHAT?"

This was turn odd turn of events, he could still think I'm a girl but most people don't use that term anology about the female funtimes.

 "I  said, would like me to pleasure you?" he says flatly, like it normal to offer someone oral whilst they working. Getting hit on by drunks is sort of part of the job. Not sober weird people offering sex acts.

"No, thanks," I say slowly inching to the backdoor. He might not be drunk, but on something else, or insane either way I don't want to be in the front by myself. He watches me as I step into the back.

I can still see the bar but I can't really be seen by customers. I call the cellar phone to get Boss. He's down there taking invertory whilst things are slow during the storm to save him having to do it another time.

The phone rings out without an answer. I hang up, he doesn't usually answer and just comes up when I ring him down there. I tried to calm down, but the knot in my gut won't go away. I force myself back into the bar where none of them have move.

The younger one is still staring at me. I look at Todd's booth to see that they have started to argue. I hear the sound of them talking but not the actual word.

What is Todd's life outside this bar?

"What type of blood do have?" The young one says.

I turn to him and stared at him blankly.

"You smell like O neg to me, definitely Rhesus negative."

 That was blood type, how could he smell my blood type. I stared at him and that was it, I was abandoning the bar.

I run out to the back and was about to open the cellar door when the lights go out. The storm must have knocked the power out. I take a breath and take my phone of my pocket to use it as a flashed light. I go down the stairs using the light to make sure I don't trip.

"Boss" I shout into the darkness. I don't get a reply. Once I'm the floor I begin to scan the lights spatterly. He has to be down here, I never heard him come up.

" Boss, where are you?"

I can feel myself panicking, something is wrong. I spin around trying to get a glimpse of him. I find myself looking behind the crates of alcopops and then stop myself. I must have missed him somehow. He must be out back smoking.

I run to the stairs. I stop, there's something wet on the steps. It wasn't like that when I came down here. I hold my phone above it. I can't make out what it is on the dark of the stairs. I leave it in favour of finding Boss. I go up the stairs trying to avoid the wet patches.

I turn my phone scene off and find my way to back door easily. I push at the door and exit to the rain. It's dark in the alleyway and am still getting wet despite the metal sheet that Boss put up for his frequent smoke breaks.

I scan around for him, but boss clearly isn't out here. I turn to go back in when I hear sceaming. I stop. I know I should go in and help, but instincts tell me to run. I stand there for a long while, not able to make my body do either.

"Don't worry, baby."

I jump at the sound of the voice. It young guy at the door, I must have been staring at him for a while in the dark.

"He's just getting what he deserves for disobeying."

Disobeying who? I don't ask him.

"Why don't you come back in and I can make you scream in another way."

He's still flirting with me in the creepiest way possible. I go to run but he grabs me and drags me back into the pub. Before I can stay anything, he's shoving his slimy, cold tongue in my month. It's making me sick but I can't push him off. I'm actually starting to feel a bit faint.

***

"And that's why I turned you." Feith says to me for millionth time. I had been ignoring him, and thinking of  my own count of that night. Trying to find Boss and then walking over his blood and then Todd getting his punishment for stealing a blood donor.

Feith thinks he's being romantic when he recounts that night. I remember it for it's fear, not Feith being pretty. He's good looking I guess, but I will never have the same feelings towards him as he has for me.

Because of him I'm stuck running one of Lucas' bars. It's a lot like Boss' but I'm not dumb enough to cross the real boss or his right hand man Feith, which is why I put up with his feuqent visits. Also I kinda feel sorry for him. He was raised in this world before he was turned. This was always the best he saw for himself.

It's sad. He never mature so now he like an external puppy who decided to be befriend the neighbour's cat. I just wish I had never went near that neighbour. Why the hell had Boss hired me? It  is one many things I wished they had torture out of him. It straight up broke the rules of this business, not that Boss had really care that much. He dragged me into this, instead of it just be another job rejection.

Feith is now smiling at me, still happily talking at me while I ignore him. I don't think he'll ever realises that I'm not listening. Lucas is here checking up on things so I know he'll be leaving before closing so I won't need to have a moral debate with myself about letting Feith stay the day with me.

I'm actually quite relief when Lucas tells Feith to scam from the bar so he can interrogate me. Also Feith is meant to be paroling the area in case if any rivals show up. If Lucas gives him hell  for not doing his duty, he's being too soft on him.

"How are you, Pretti," I flich. I hate when Lucas calls me by Feith's compliment/pet names. He smirks at me, so he saw it then.

"Fine, been real busy with the Blood Donors I stole last week," I say sarcastically because I've heard the rumours and know it will stop his smirk and maybe my existence. He doesn't stop smirking.

"You know if anyone but you said that to be I have them chopped," he says without threat. Being cut into tiny bits sounds fun compared to what they did to Todd. "However, I know you know what I'm capable of and Fe..."

"I keep waiting to see it again," I goat him before he mention how heartbroken Feith would be without having me suck here.

"You really should fight your suicidal tendencies. If you weren't so stubborn you would have promoted long ago."

"Business is fine. There's been no trouble," I say, stopping before telling him to get out.

"Exactly, you're my most reliable bartender," bartender is the name Lucas gives his blood sellers. "You should be at a flesh bar instead of here."He looks around this place like it's a stae. Lucas tries this spill once and awhile. Especially, after something likes this has went down. I've always gotten out of being transferred by getting drunk and refusing to serve anyone till Lucas refutes.

Last time I told customers I poised all the blood and that Lucas was my bitch, in front of Lucas. I majorly pissed him off, meaning he gave Feith a week off to deal with me which was hellish. He wouldn't stop touching me the whole time he was there, in front of the customers giving me a dirty look for being alive after the suppose poising.

"I have decided you are to take over my personal bar," he says. That's at least ten levels above me on the chain of this organisation.

"I know how to poison blood."

"If that was true, then we wouldn't be having this conversation." He's right, I would be actually dead.  "I don't know why you so against moving up."

"Maybe I'm just happy where I am." He laughs as though that's the dumbest thing he's ever heard.

"How very human you still are," He laughs at me again. "Perhaps I should make you a drainer so you can be with your kind." Here's the punishment I should I have gotten years ago. I shiver at the thought of having to see those rejected addicts everyday.

"Fine, I'll run your stupid bar," I throw a glass at Feith whose been standing at the door, looking at me for the pass minute. I miss his head. He finally moves after the glass shattering next to his head. I would smash one on Lucas if I thought I would get the satisfaction of seeing his pretty face bleed.

"Tut, Tut, so disrespectable to your maker," I openly laugh at this statement. He stole leadership from his maker.

"When will I be force to leave?"

"Oh, a week or so," he says vaguely. It could be tomorrow knowing him. "Come, Feith, it's time to go."

Feith leans over the bar, looking for a kiss. I ignore him, knowing Lucas will shout at him eventually. I look up at him, Lucas smiles at me, standing at the door so he's playing that game now.

"Stop being a pest and fuck off," I say to Feith. He pulls back, looking hurt, like a kicked puppy. If I'm being forced to deal with Blood Donors, then I'm not putting up with Feith wanting to play boyfriends.

"We're be back soon to help with the move," is Lucas finally words before he leaves with Feith sulking behind him.  I doubt that I will see Lucas again till I get to his headquarters.

I won't miss this bar but I'm more the deniability. I go out and sweep the glass pieces to save to throw another day. 

Today's life lesson is to stay out of Vampire Turf disputes.
Now I have a readathon to win. Okay, probably lose.

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Book Review: Another Day by David Levithan

How do you have another day after every day?

Every day is the same for Rhiannon. She has convinced herself that she deserves her distant, moody boyfriend, Justin. She knows the rules: Don’t be needy. Avoid upsetting him. Never get your hopes up.


Then, out of the blue, they share a perfect day together – perfect, that is, until Justin doesn’t remember anything about it. Confused, and yearning for another day as great as that one, Rhiannon starts to question everything. And that’s when a stranger tells her that the Justin she spent that time with … wasn’t Justin at all.

This is the sequel/companion to Every Day (which I reviewed an hour ago). The book take place during the same time as the first, but obviously in Rhianon's point of view. I think you should probably read Every Day first, but it might not matter.


Reading from Rhiannon's point of view does make her more likeable but her boyfriend is just straight up an arsehole. There is nothing redeeming about him. With being in Rhiannon's head, it would have been nice to see why there ended up together besides Rhiannon's low selfesteem. Actually, in a lot we've still only scratched the surface of her life after being in her head.

The thing that really stood out to me was the number of pop-culture they are in this when there was none in the first book. Yes, different points of views but I now know what songs were being sang despite not being out when the first book came out. Not as a single anyway.

Overall, I give this four out of five stars for awkward emails. It was intriguing to see the events of Every Day from Rhiannon's point of view. It was slightly less charming than the first day but A is in this less. I would recommend this book if you like the first book to read this and I of course recommend Every Day.

I got this book for review off NetGalley and Electic Monkey. It came out on Jul 30 2015 so you might be able to find at your local bookstore that never has YA book the week they release.

Book Review: Every Day by David Levithan

This is Quantum leap but worse because there is no Al or suppose purpose.


Every day I am someone else. I am myself - I know I am myself - but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.
Each morning, A wakes up in a different body. There's never any warning about who it will be, but A is used to that. Never get too attached. Avoid being noticed. Do not interfere.


 And that's fine - until A wakes up in the body of Justin and meets Justin's girlfriend, Rhiannon. From that moment, the rules by which A has been living no longer apply. Because finally A has found someone he wants to be with - every day...



The concept of this book is horrifying. I never realise how terrible it was until was half way through the book. This made me think of Quantum leap and have since been trying to figure out which was one is worse. Where there could be a leap home or you never had a home to leap to? A’s situation is worse than Sam’s but both are lives I would want to have. 

A has no gender and the English language has failed to come up with gendered neutral term, I will refer to A as a ‘She’ because everyone is secretly female in terms of biology and everyone always goes with ‘He’ when they don’t the know someone gender. I hate it and try to break the mode by using 'she' especially since it more likely to be true. They is just confusing to use. We need gender neutral term; maybe we should just steal the Swedish one.

The book is in A’s point of view and the book is separated by the actual days of the story and we actually told what day that is in A’s live, meaning it is possible to figure out A’s age. It was a nice touch and worked for the story.

We get to know several characters in this book and get a good taste of what A’s regular life is like. A is nice and likable in her morality. The thing is it is hard to get know character where they change bodies/lives everyday so A basically only has books and reads. Her personality is a bit bland and so is her love interest, Rhiannon. They are nice, Rhiannon has friends, A has a set of morals that she breaks for Rhiannon. I’m guessing they both like books. It could be they’re overshadowed by the other characters.

 The relationship was okay, the thing it comes from A of feeling sorry for Rhiannon and that where her feelings seem to stems from. I never notice that much when I was reading the book and they carry the novel well.

We learn more about the people that A takes over, which are a diverse and interesting cast with different living situation. There is an interesting side to this story. There is a big side to LGBTQA+ side as we get most of those letters and with A not having a defined gender, she herself doesn’t care about gender. There was good representation of mental health. The way being in different the bodies was described was awesome and realistic of what we know of bodies. 

Overall, I gave this book 5/5 stars for possession confessions. The idea of this book was interesting and the execution was great. I am going to read and review the sequel in an hour. I am totally that quick.

Saturday, 1 August 2015

Dizzy Filming

Remember, when I said I would have the first installment of a novel on here. Yeah, I never thought that through. I have been making a "film" this whole week and have not had much time to sit and write. I do have much time today either as I decided to film as I have not filmed the videos I should have this week. Also I'm doing Video Every day in August (VEDA). It not had a good start.

I updated my laptop to Windows 10 so my mouse reverse it's buttons and my video editor wouldn't start. I updated and reinstalled it for no reason as it turn out all I had to do was disable my graphics card to get to come on. However, I wasted tons of time doing that meaning I am going to be late doing VEDA on the first day so already a fail. My laptop hates me. I don't know shy BatSignal hates me so much. I mean I'm getting a new laptop and I am still planning to take it to Uni with me, because my love for it is too strong.

The filming process was interesting but problematic as always. It was a bit boring this time, especially as I never end up in the film at all this time. This probably a good thing as I always panic when on scene and I'm not in charge. I ended up on the floor again and I wished I had did the footage better and gave more direction. I started feeling dizzy so that my excuse for messing it up. We also had a homemade boom. I don't think it was worth as it ruined a lot of footage and most of the dialogue is going to have to be dubbed due to filming outside and in a large hall so echoing.

We edit it most of it, but it was slow process and a certain scene is going to be a nightmare to make look okay. I'm glad that I'm not in charge of that.

Anyway, I am now fleeing this scene to edit and trying to finish my current reads before the BookTube-a-thon starts on Monday. Write next time.