Weirdly Poetic.

I have a sleeping dog in my room that I think may be trying to keep me trapped in my room. He lays blocking the door. To leave I would have to stand on him and manage to get the door open though his body would stop the door in it's path. It's a good thing that I do not plan to leave my bed. I have blog posts to write and it's too hot to move.

The exact temperature I do not know, but room's location doubles it ten folds. I hadn't spent much time in my own personal oven that day as I had drove in and out of time after my sister who can't drive and volunteers three hours of her time whilst my mother asks when I will take my theory. I say the end of August as it is far away as she will be pleased with but who knows, maybe I mean the august after next.

Father's day present I brought, birthday present remains to be fulfilled. The gift of jeans cannot disappear with the intention of dinner. I also spent too much on myself after last week's twenty-one books to sit pretty amougst the other pile of tomes.  A candle holder, usefully for when modern light fails; vitamins to make stronger nails, brighter hair and skin involvement is a mystery; skin masks to peel away; and finally hair dye did I buy.

My hair has been tamed once more by others hands after years only mine. It is slightly shorter and certain top strands lighter. I do not care for the lightness so I plan to turn the lightness into brightness with shades of pink and purple. In a week or so.

Until then I have my books and videos to be busy with. My VEDJ project is going better than it started with each day have a video to go with it. Issues I did have on the cursed Friday the 13th as it rained where my creativity called for dry skies. Creativity was stilled until today where it finally flowed.

Father's Day is tomorrow, my sister never brought a card so now we're meant to share. She owes me a coin then. I've spoken all I have today, so I type to you the same day I always do when it comes age new. Farewell til then.

P.S. Yeah, I wrote the post in a weird style mainly because I haven't wrote anything creative in a while, maybe next week. If you want weird comments go by your parents room in oneies during unusual heat. 

Book Review: The Girl Who Was Saturday Night by Heather O’Neill

This title has got Bon Jovi’s Someday I’ll be Saturday Night stuck in my head.

At birth, Nouschka forms a bond with her twin that can never be broken.

At six, she’s the child star daughter of Quebec’s most famous musician.

At sixteen, she’s a high-school dropout kicking up with her beloved brother.

At nineteen, she’s the Beauty Queen of Boulevard Saint-Laurent.

At twenty, she’s back in night school. And falling for an ex-convict.

And it’s all being filmed by a documentary crew.

This summary is so misleading. I was thinking it some The Truman Show like book, no it just her dad famous and she was famous because of him. She was part of a documentary when she was a kid and then a documentary crew show up after she became a Beauty Queen and she doesn’t even agree to take part in the documentary. I thought it would be like staging of her life.

What did I actually think of this novel? Now that’s a question. It was interesting, especially since my home country is deciding on Independence soon. The book was sort of focus on Quebec wanting to be independent from the rest of Canada and set around 1995 Vote.  They obviously don’t become independent.

The characters were a troubled lot. Nouschka quit school because her twin brother did but going back now. Everyone in this book has major issues, not as characters but as people. Nouschka does grow as person. You do feel for the characters at certain parts.

The thing I liked about this book was writing style. O’Neil has this arty, poetic thing going on. Also wanting to know what these half-crazed people were going to do next and what was meant by the chapter headings. There were lines from the actual chapter I think.

Overall, I gave this book 4 out of 5 stars. I’m not really what to think of this book. I mean, it definitely has plot and the characters are well developed but the book’s most appealing aspect is the writing style. I would recommend it on that based on the style, so if you like sort poetic writing then this book is for you.