As you may or may not know, I treated myself to a Canon 700d just after Christmas, which has sparked me to create a Flickr account. I had an account before, but I can't remember the password, or the email address I used to set it up, and Flickr are being mean and not telling me any of the login detail, so therefore I now have a new account. 

I realise that that statement probably doesn't make much sense, and it probably the worlds longest sentence, but life goes on. 

If you want to find me on Flickr, then you can click right HERE! 

And here are some of my photo's

Peace out! xoxo


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Go Ask Alice (Sort of a review, but more of a questioning)


Go Ask Alice is a memoir that follows the diary of a teenage girl during the late sixties. Everything seems normal at first, but that soon changes when she is enticed into the world of drugs. Her habit eventually becomes a problem, leading her to run away from home numerous times, before landing herself into serious danger.

I felt so many different emotions for the girl, especially towards the end of the novel, it was as if I were in her head, and I genuinely felt how lost, scared and desperate she must have been. I recommended this book to a few friends, praising it for its honesty and realism; now imagine what went through my head when I found out the entire book was a lie! 

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Never Let Me Go // Review


After having a few friends recommend this book to me, I was expecting to write a gushing review of Kazuo Ishiguro's award winning novel Never Let Me Go, however I can tell you now that I wont be doing that.

I bought the book last summer, hoping to read it whilst sitting in the back of my dads car during an excruciatingly long car ride, however as the weeks went on the book just gathered dust on my shelf, along with the others that I also swore to read that summer. I finally decided to pick it up a few weeks ago, and after hearing so many good things about it I honestly thought it was going to be one of the best books I would read in my lifetime, sadly I was mistaken.

I stopped reading just shy of one hundred pages, as I couldn't take reading about this girls uninteresting school life at Hailsham any longer. The opening of the novel draws you in; you learn that the protagonist and narrator, Kathy, is a carer, and immediately start wondering who she is caring for. As the novel progresses, we find out that she has been caring for people she used to attend school with, and it's presumed that she may be a nurse. So far it sounds like it could be a good novel, and you're probably thinking this book doesn't seem too bad, well let me change that for you.

I have read 98 pages of the book, and nothing has happened. Nothing. A few select conversations and events have led to me thinking that perhaps once she's finished reliving her time at school, the novel may actually drastically improve, but the more I read on, the more I wanted to choke the narrator to death. Saying that she was beating around the bush, would be a complete understatement, what she was doing, was beating around the whole forrest, and then some.

The 9 chapters I read were spent telling us how their teachers 'The Guardians' were a little bit shady, how they had their art work taken by Madame, and that they had sales where they could buy and sell each others creations, as well as stuff that came in from outside the school. Although some of the event's she spoke about were quite laughable,  I had grown bored of this novel by the forth chapter, but I carried on reading due to the large amount of praise surrounding the book.  Five chapters later, I had had enough.

Obviously all this back story was necessary, otherwise the editor would have crossed it all out in a big red pen and told🐟 Ishiguro to actually write something interesting, but the more I read, the angrier I was becoming. I wanted something to happen, anything! Finally around chapter 8, one of the guardians had an outburst essentially telling the children about their futures, but soon after the plot falls placid, and returns to it's original tedious state.

At this point, I didn't care if any of my theories as to what was happening, or why she was caring for these people were correct or not. I was just so mind numbingly bored of hearing about her life, that I threw the book at the wall and declared war on it. I have only thrown one other book at the wall and that was Sebastian Faulks' Bird Song, but that rant is for another post. I'm not sure how long she carries on reliving her childhood for, but I do know, that if I had read one more page I probably would have done a lot more than throw the book at the wall.

 I googled the book this morning, to see if any of my theories were correct, and unsurprisingly they were. This probably says more about my abilities as a reader, rather than Ishiguro's writing skills, of which are a lot better as a whole, compared to the content of his novel. The way he has used language is fantastic, his strong descriptions of the school, and grounds evoke imagery that is much sought after by novelists. Obviously I can't discuss literary techniques used in the latter half of the novel, as I refuse to read it, but I am sure they are equally as good as those in the first half.

If you were to ask me as a friend, I would swear you away from this book, stating that it was one of the most boring books I have ever read, and that I had no idea as to why it had won an award, but as I am supposed to be being professional, I'll say this instead: Despite the lack of plot, what I have read of the book is well written, and I can only presume that it is well thought out and provides relevance in the second half of the novel; however, as there is an absence of plot, there is nothing driving the story forward.

I would love to say something positive about the novel too, but in order to do that, I would have had to have a positive reaction towards something in the novel, of which I didn't.  Maybe I am just being bias, or maybe everyone else just really bad taste in literature, but I cannot see why everyone seems to love this novel.

You can buy the book here

If you've read it why not  share your thoughts on the novel below, it will be interesting to see if you guys agree, or even why you thought it was so good!

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POTD! Rings!


I wish I had a lot more fingers. Yes I realise this is a strange wish, and I would probably be known as 'the abnormal girl with so many fingers, she wouldn't even know where to begin if she wanted to count them,' but there are a lot of benefits too.  For a start, I would have a wider variety to choose from, when it came to picking my nose, and secondly, think of the amount of rings I could wear! As it is, I can only wear 4, and one of them is on my thumb, so technically I don't even think that counts. If I were to have more fingers, I could wear more rings, and then none of them would feel left out, because I could wear them all at the same time! 

The only downside that I can think of is that I wouldn't be able to buy gloves, and I would go through nail polish a lot quicker than what I do now, but that problem is easily solved. I'll knit my own million fingered gloves, and I don't even wear nail polish, so I don't even know why I mentioned that! I bite my nails to often to make them look pretty. 

Obviously this is all hypothetical, and I don't actually want more fingers to start sprouting out of my hands, but I fear that it might be the only solution to my predicament.  

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I don't like nightclubs.


I'm writing this post whilst sitting in a night club, people are shoving against me, and the smell of damp beer lingers in the air. Strobe lights fill the darkness, as if they were a warning for eminent  danger, only no one cares to take notice.  I've never understood why people  put themselves in these weird social situations. Drinking alcohol to lower their inhibitions, followed by standing in a room, squashed up against hundreds of other people, having music you would never ordinarily listen to blasted in your ears. When did activities like this become normal?

I'm fed up with the incessant men that feel it's perfectly okay to waddle up to you, reeking of Davidoff cool water, and burger sauce, thinking that they're gods gift to women. A guy across from me has been flirting with this woman for almost five minutes now, and you can tell that she just isn't interested, but she seems too scared to walk away.   

Maybe I'm just overly observant and paranoid, but there seems to be a lot of potential rapists around me. They all have that weird look in there eye that screams 'let me buy you a drink so I can drug you with Rohypnol.'  Reading that back I can see that I sound like a crazy person, but in all honesty, I'm most likely the sanest person within this place. 

The girl across from me has now left the man, she took the drink that he had bought her leaving him alone. For a few seconds a look of pure shock graced his face, before he tugged on his jacket, told himself that he was a cool guy, and then prowled over to his next victim. 

On a brighter note, if I could put the toilets in this nightclub on a scale of 1 to 10, based on the likelihood of gaining an STD, It would definitely be on the higher end of the scale. 

In retrospect, this post seems entirely pointless, however focusing on typing these words has helped keep me sane.

Over and out.

P.S I am now sitting outside of the nightclub reading a book.

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